17 Years And Counting

17 years ago today, two people who looked and felt a lot younger than us got married.

This weekend, Dan/Daddy and I escaped to the beach to celebrate our anniversary.

This is what 17 years looks like, folks. Wrinkled and loony, but happy.




My husband has figured out - after all these years - that nothing makes me happier that this...



Except maybe this...



Aren't we romantic?

Want to know why all my pictures are itty bitty?
They were taken from my phone.
Because I forgot my camera.
Because people that are old enough to be married 17 years are O. L. D.
And forgetful.

Next year, I'll probably leave my teeth in a glass by the bathroom sink.
But I will still be able to eat ice cream.

Happy Anniversary Honey!