Lucky Number Nine

So, it's been nine years. Nine sweet years of living in matrimonial bliss with this guy. ;)

It just so happens that I don't drink, but if I did...I'd pop open a vintage bottle of wine. (But for today we'll settle for some Martinelli's Apple Cider bubbly stuff. Just as good without the tipsy.) And I'd propose a toast...

It might go something like:

For nine years, we have shuffled up to bed together after watching the news. This is our little routine, only interrupted when I get upstairs before you and turn every light off and wait in a dark place to jump out and startle you. I hear your panic-stricken giggle as you scramble up the stairs and fish around for the light switch, hoping to get the lights on before I jump out and scare you. For these past nine years, this little game has never gotten old. In fact, it tends to get more and more humorous, if not addictive. I plan on racing up the stairs before you even when I have to use my cane, or one of those elevator chairs. Because I love you...that much.

So cheers! (clink glasses) Here's to nine years past and many more to come!