Five years is wood. Or silverware. Either way, Kris and I hitched it in 2007 and we're still chugging. This year might have been the most challenging. I think that having a baby - despite how fabulous it's supposed to be - brought the absolute worst of us out into the world. And we're still married!! We both consider this an achievement. At this point we've agreed that no one else would have our crazy shit anyway.
Max is, of course, no longer a newborn and has become 100% the best thing in our lives. Even with the velociraptor screams, the (unintentional) scratching of our eyes, sneezing in our mouths and farting in our faces, he puts more love in our lives than either of us ever thought possible. I'm grateful to my husband for making this kid with me. I think I can sum up our marriage with this anecdote: this week, Kris told his office mates that we've started measuring the size of people on tv by how they compare to Julie Bowen (eg. Guy Fieri is about three JBs). Apparently someone was surprised that I participated in such crude behaviour. Kris reminded them that, although I am sweet, I also married him. I love you K-Fo. So much.
