eleven years

On our first anniversary, Andy and I were both in graduate school -- he had class in the morning and I had class in the evening, and so we ventured to German Village for a lunch date.  We weren't setting out to start a tradition, but we've gone back to Lindey's, and have strolled through antique stores afterward, for eleven years now.

Together we've been sleep deprived and so, so sad, we've felt blessed and we've felt bewildered.  Together we've learned that tomorrow is not promised the way it looked yesterday, and we've discovered all sorts of ways to find the wonderful in today.  Together we're running the treadmill of grownup responsibilities and still trying to nourish pieces of our pre-parent selves.