Nine years. NineTEEN, really, but Liz and I have been married for nine years. It’s kinda hard to put that in perspective. That’s a full quarter of my life, I guess. And we’ve been together for half of it. That is wild. And yet…it’s not. Because it honestly feels like the most natural thing in the world. Liz is a part of me. And we’re happy together. So, so happy.
We cried over dinner tonight, thinking about Coco, and how painful it was in those last few days and hours, and how much we wished she was here with us, like she’s been at every one of our anniversaries until this one. I miss you, baby girl. So, so much. I’m afraid I’ll never stop missing you. And I’ll never stop loving my wife.
Happy Anniversary.