One of the best things about being married to a firefighter is taking the kids to the fancy new fire station and letting them climb all over the trucks whenever they want to. One of the downsides is spending your 8-year anniversary night (or Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthday's, etc.) at home alone while your hubs is at work. Today is our 8-year anniversary - 8 years! I can hardly believe it. As my Dad said in our wedding toast "some years are great, some years are not, you just keep stacking them on top of each other and eventually you build a life together." Some of our years have been great, some not so much. But here we are and there is no one I would rather be stacking the years up with and building a wonderful, blessed life with. Happy anniversary to you, my dear Peter.
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