I steal his socks. I leave cereal boxes open. I drop a trail of clothes and coffee cups behind me wherever I go.
He makes our bed every morning. He washes dishes after every meal. And he doesn’t even mind that all of his socks are missing.
Today, we’ve been married for nine years. It’s easy to get lost in the day-to-day, but I’m truly so grateful for him and this little life we’ve built together. I love looking back and seeing how far we’ve come together. Our house, our careers, our crazy kid.
Here are a few polaroids from our wedding, which I feel perfectly capture the hot, wonderful summer afternoon of August 11, 2007 at the Clinton House.
