Can you still count yourselves as newlyweds if you sit down to dinner the week of your second wedding anniversary and agree that neither of you have anything important on the schedule this week?
Oops.
The truth is year two was just about as full as year one, minus a few international soccer trips.
Let’s take a look back:
After learning of a great job opportunity back in the Midwest, we soaked in as many sunsets as we could during our last summer on the Gulf Coast.
We finally got around to checking a few items off our Sarasota bucket list:
We celebrated a new set of newlyweds back on our old stomping grounds.
We visited NYC. Separately but it still counts.
#InjuryPrevention #Soccer #AthleticoPTWe said goodbye to great friends in Florida.
We survived Hurricane Hermine and multiple broken down Penske trucks in our attempt to leave the State of Florida. You can read more about that adventure here.
We moved into another new house and we (ok mostly I) obsessed over our first fall season back in the Midwest:
We loved being so close to friends and family for the holidays again:
We attended our first Blues game and tried our best not to let on that we were Blackhawks fans.
We formalized our lunch dates and moved them outside the training room.
We finally got back on the slopes for a fun trip to Vail for some spring skiing.
And we kicked off summer concert season by reminding everyone that even thirty-somethings can dress down up and have a good time every once in a while.
To my sleeveless pearl-snap buttoned husband on our second wedding anniversary,
In the past year, we’ve gone from celebrating in separate countries and working weekends to Saturday date nights and Sunday Costco runs. We’ve traded flat sandy beaches for a hilly Midwest river town. But no matter the circumstances or the terrain, sharing this journey of life with you gets better every day.
That being said, I believe the second anniversary is cotton so I bought us some new sheets.
Sincerely,
Your lucky wife.
