Happy Anniversary to Us

Today is our anniversary. We've been married eight years. I looked for a picture of us together, but the most recent one was taken in April of 2005. Sad and pathetic, I know. Last year our anniversary fell on Easter Sunday, so we didn't do anything. (By the way, last year I have a picture of me and my sister together to compare our "not pregnant" bodies to the "pregnant bellies" of the year before, but no Ryan and Karrie pictures...) This year, Ryan is working and I am at home with the kiddos. Oh well- we are both of the opinion that everyday matters, not just "important" ones like anniversaries or Valentine's day. He would much rather I kept the fridge stocked with cold drinks, have stuff to make a quick lunch with, and act like I'm interested in his latest scheme/fascination than do something fancy or silly because of the calendar date. I'd much rather be married to a man that puts the toilet seat down, puts his dirty clothes in the hamper, and cleans the toothpaste out of the sink than someone who buys me stuff because he's obligated to. On that note, he bought me a new mattress, that I ordered today. Did you know RV mattresses are atrocious? Hideously uncomfortable. I've complained long enough, and we've used the excuse of having an anniversary to finally just buy a new one. Ah, the little things.