Today Conor and I celebrate 9 years of marriage! We were such babies when we got married - I cringe at the thought of my daughters marrying young as I did.

It's been a beautiful nine years, growing, changing, stretching, dreaming together. One thought that I've reflected on repeatedly over the last few weeks is how much I like my husband. Yes, I love him more than I did 9 years ago, and I find him immensely more handsome. I had heard that love deepens, develops over time but I hadn't anticipated how much more I would like Conor. He's so different now than he was, and I'm grateful/relieved/excited about how much I like him. I've found my marriage to be so wonderful and if my daughters find what I have for themselves at an age as young as I did, then so be it.

Some photos below of our anniversary date... shopping for a refrigerator, a dining room table and eating a fancy meal together. Conor doesn't consider it an anniversary date, but I'm not sure when we're going to find the time for something less utilitarian any time soon with a looming move!