Yesterday was our 3 year anniversary. Just in case you've been living in a whole in the ground, here is our history. Year 0: We kissed for the first time.
Year 1: We made a long weekend of it and ate our way through Cincinnati and Louisville, visited with some butterflies, rode a broken elevator to the top of a large tower, etc. I was nice and round.
Year 2: I was skinny again! We stayed home to have lamb chops which Aaron devoured before heading out for an exciting round of putt-putt golf sans the baby.
Year 3: We actually celebrated a week early. We started off with my 38 week prenatal check-up, observed a cool old library, got Aaron fitted for a tux, inhaled amazing Thai food, made an Aldi cheap food run, and finished it with pint-sized containers of ice cream and sorbet (which we did not eat in one sitting).
He may be good at a lot of things, but posing for pictures isn't his expertise. |
I had to show Aaron how to pose. |
Girly cocktail. Tasty stuff that I barely got to sip. |
Sure made him happy. |
After 3 years of marriage, I have learned that Pad Thai is that stuff that dreams are made of. Seriously, the first time I had it was on our honeymoon. I've made it several times and it is yummy but I can never make quite as well as all the Thai restaurants. It totally made my day to be able to have some more on our anniversary date. It is a good thing that we live nearly an hour away from the restaurant otherwise I would be begging Aaron to get me some on a daily basis.