In the process of trying to finish this post, I was interrupted by Gracie's cries. One hour prior I had laid her down on my bed for a nap. She had woken up and was letting me know I needed to go in and get her. I took longer than she felt adequate and had worked herself up into a hysterical cry. Upon opening the door, I found vomitus content all over her hair and clothes, not to mention my pillow, sheets, and bed spread. Lovely.
Yesterday, was our eight year anniversary. We celebrated at P.F. Chang's, more for the ambiance than the food. Although both were good. We had had full days and it was past 9 pm before we walked into the restaurant. Despite being tired, this was a day to celebrate, and Mike was a good sport given that he had been standing in surgery all day.
I told him as we were finishing desert how it doesn't feel like we've been married that long. Maybe it's because we have been so busy, trying to get one and then the other through school. Not to mention having 3 kids in the process. It's definitely been action packed. But I've enjoyed every minute of it and I wouldn't trade it for anything...vomitus and all.
