picture frame picture

 

Today is our anniversary.

8 years! A short time compared to some of our friends, but compared to us, it's the longest we've ever been married.

When we were dating, I made my future husband a picture frame painted with fond memories from the relatively short time we'd known each other.

It's funny to look at now and think about the ways I felt close to him when our relationship was just budding. This frame would be quite different were I to make it today. It would probably depict him making dinner and putting the girls to bed solo while I rest with our baby at the end of a long day. Or show him pulling an unimaginable string of all-nighters as he works to finish his dissertation. Or where he massages my exhausted body though he slept even less than I did the night before. Or where he teaches our four-year-old how to dance like a robot.  Or perhaps a middle of the night scene where he calmly shushes and comforts our sleepless baby after I've despaired that the crying would be infinite.

And I expect that in another 8 years, the frame would yet again be completely different. I know you mock cheesy romance, my dear, but I imagine that the new picture frame pictures will be just as rich and meaningful to me when we get to 16.