This anniversary weekend has not gone as planned. Alas, the dratted snot monster has attacked me. Instead of romance and the dark chocolate espresso soaked cake I had planned on baking , I am in bed with chills and body aches.
But this weekend has certainly proved that I have married me a damn good man. I am laying in bed right now and listening to Sam cook dinner, care for the kids, and handle housework. He has brought me medicine and tissues. He loves me so much and I am such a lucky women.
He made me a Thai curry dinner last night, gave me a lovely frame for our wedding pictures with sweet nothings written on the frame. He painted me a picture. And he surprised me with the new Charles Dickens biography.
I love you, Sam, and you have made me the happiest woman.