lucky number six

Jason and I celebrated our sixth anniversary last weekend. It was the first anniversary that we were 1) in the same time zone 2) on the same continent 3) not in a mandatory FRG meeting discussing his upcoming 12 month deployment. Definitely, hands down, the best way to celebrate your first anniversary let me tell you. Not. Not even close.
This year I found out Jason would be in town because of school. I booked our favorite babysitter from church at the beginning of January and checked around for some local restaurant suggestions. Reservations were made and we were actually going out to dinner at a fancy restaraunt. Alone. That never happens. It was wonderful. We are so not used to eating without getting up from the table to re-fill drinks, get extra napkins, etc that from the time we sat down to the time we got the check only 50 minutes had passed. My how times have changed.
Sometimes I can't believe that it has only been six years since I married Jason. It feels like soooo much longer than that. It still amazes me that we even met each other in the first place. I truly believe that fate brought us together that day and that my life is better because he is in it. The past six years haven't always been easy. We spent the first two years apart and have had a few 4 month trips thrown at us several times along the way. We've gotten used to it and we've gotten through it. We're stronger because of it. We've lived in two different states. Finally after four years, this one is starting to feel like home. I never thought I would say that. We have four, amazing children that bring so much laughter to our lives. I'm living the life I always dreamed of and I thank God every day that I'm able to spend it with Jason. I'm hoping the next sixty years are as happy as the last six. Corny but true.