So our marriage is now officially a teenager. We got married really young, so we’ve been married well over a third of our lives at this point.
Wild that we thought we were grown enough to make that decision when we did, but I’m so happy we did. Our life is a good one, love, and I’m glad we’re doing it together.
13 Years of Marriage Adventures
Over the last year of marriage we:
Celebrated our previous anniversary with a glamping weekend up near Bellingham:
Spent plenty of hours hiking the trails behind our house:
Took a trip out to the Olympic Peninsula with friends for the husband’s and their birthday:
Did some more hiking, this time at Lime Kiln Trail:
Visited our dear friends and old neighbors in Italy:
Expanded our flock:
Marched and protested against the Dobbs decision:
And again did some more hiking:
Visited with family who came for a visit for the first time since COVID began:
Went camping with the dogs and some friends to one of our very favorite spots, with the most Indian Paintbrush in bloom we’d ever seen:
Watched the kiddo’s first theater performance after summer camp:
Sent the kiddo to in person (dual language Spanish) school for the first time since COVID began:
Said goodbye to our very best pup, Sasha:
Finally took my grandmother back to Leavenworth for her annual birthday trip (for the first time in three years):
Celebrated our first (hopefully annual) neighborhood Oktoberfest:
Went to the big pirate block party to extend out our Halloween:
Life is still kinda weird, and likely never will be back to 2019 “normal,” but I’m glad to be doing it with you, my love. 13 years on the 13th. Here’s to another year of lots of adventures together.