Congratulations Robot...you've survived 10 years of Crazy!

The first five seemed like a decade all their own and then we moved to Kansas City. My, how time flies when you're having fun. Occasionally I think of our wedding day and remember how uncomfortable it was to wear that stupid girdle under the giant white dress. I also remember me promptly wiping my mouth after our nuptial kiss.
We were young, but it was right.

A week in San Francisco set the tone for our future together. I stupidly left my bag containing every last dime we had on us for our well-planned honeymoon on the ferry from Alcatraz. Three hours after the ferry ride we noticed it was missing. It was only our second day there. You calmly walked my sobbing, sad self back to the ticket counter where someone (bless that kind soul) had returned my bag completely intact. The only thing you said to me was, "Catie, if I had been the one to do this I would never hear the end of it." It was the only mention of this incident, other than kind reminders to only carry what we needed for the day. I should have known then your patience with me would be a constant saving grace for the next decade.

Life with me can be so messy and high strung and instead of being completely overwhelmed by my neurosis you find humor and an opportunity for hugs. Daily you remind me that worrying solves nothing and a smile heals much. You are, without a doubt, one of the most amazing gifts I have ever been given.

So soon there will be three of us. "It's the end of an era!!!" I have had a few moments of grief regarding this gigantic change in our daily duo dynamic and then I see how happy you are about having another little person in our home. It's contagious Robbie...you're contagious. Why wouldn't I want the same?! I have my sincere doubts about the kind of mother I will become, but never has there been a moment when I doubted your apparent natural ability to love someone unconditionally. Now, I doubt, a little, your diaper changing abilities, but I suppose we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

Happy Anniversary Sweetie.
I would only be as blessed as I am now to receive the fortune of another 10.

Comments

Lady and Tater said…
Beautiful, Beautiful and Beautiful. I love you guys!
9:51 AM
Anonymous said…
What a sweet blog, Catie. Congratulations Catie and Robbie. Has is is possible that it has been 10 years? I remember that day so well. Best wishes for many, many more years together.

Love you both,
Aunt Linda
1:57 PM
Anonymous said…
There have been a few "I wonder's" about decisions you have made or actions you have taken since your Dad and I have known you. Marrying Robbie has never been one of them. Robbie has been a blessing from the start and has only blessed us more and more. I always love to tell about my son-in-law! You sell yourself short Catie! I am equally proud to boast about you! We love you both so much. Congratulations on your special day! Love, Mom
8:12 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey Catie and Robbie!
I'm sorry I'm a little late leaving this message, I just wanted to say that I can't believe it's been 10 years either, it's insane! I loved that day and will never forget it, you guys are the best and I wish you many more years of happiness, because the best is yet to come:)
3:15 PM
Anonymous said…
I realized I didn't sign my little post! See what happens when you have kids. It's from Sarah.
3:16 PM
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