9 years

Nine years ago today, Ragfield and I tied the knot. We have now known each other for close to 13 years. We've been through a lot together.

This last bit has been really hard. I was very, very sick my entire pregnancy, and if Rob even thought about eating pickles or onions or any number of the hundred thousand other things that made me sick, I couldn't bear to be in the same room as him. Then, those first several months after Will was born were the hardest, most stressful months of our lives. What with the crying and the crying and the never ending crying. People with easy-going babies just do not know what it was like. I have a lot of anger in me-- anger about having had hyperemesis, anger about being at home alone all day with the most difficult baby there ever was. With so much anger, sometimes there isn't room for a whole lot else.

We haven't had much time for each other in a while, and that's been hard. But in spite of everything, I think that the best is yet to come.

And now, a few selections from the "1000 Reasons Why I Love Rob" list:

16. You have your own dance move, which I call "The Rob."

82. You can multiply large numbers in your head more quickly than a calculator.

171. You stop for turtles.

185. You squeezed my hand when we saw Fig's feet on the ultrasound.

189. You like gazpacho.

190. You got me a floor-cleaning robot for mother's day.

191. You remembered everything I told you not to let them do to me during labor.

195. You have never doubted me.

This picture pretty much sums it all up.

Love you, Ragfield.