If you've ever heard that Country Song you know what I'm talking about... How do you know when you've reached the epitomy of marital bliss? When you spend your 7th wedding anniversary at the hospital getting your sons tonsils out. Then to come home and your husband leaves you to ROTATE the tires on the car (did it HAVE to be done today?) in the house to take care of a crying, "my tongue hurts" 3 year old and a four week old baby, at the same time your five year old is trying to be helpful and spills a quart of blue gatorade all over the kitchen table, carpet, your cell phone (while you're breast feeding your baby), and himself - and then runs down the hall spreading the stickiness on the walls and door knobs as he goes. Then without warning some nice people, new to our ward, who I haven't met yet (who came to bring dinner and I am truely grateful for) walk in (at the invitation of Cameron) on me nursing Isaac in all my naked glory - the poor husband just turned his head and walked back downstairs. Finally, after the dust settled and we got the kids to bed, we spent the evening doing the dishes and laundry. We did, however, top our night of by watching Grey's Anatomy before going to bed only to spend to night waking up every three hours to give Austin Tylenol and feed Isaac.
It is only when you've spent an anniversary like this that you realize, this is what family is all about. Taking care of each other with no expectations. Thank Goodness we love each other unconditionally. Also, maybe the exact day you got married isn't necessarily the best day to celebrate your wedding! I think we'll be celebrating next week.