Kevin and I celebrated our 7 year anniversary on Monday.

Well, I don’t think that’s quite right. I suppose I should say we “celebrated” as in took 10 minutes to mumble “happy anniversary” before stumbling off to complete the mountain of chores that has us buried right now. No romantic dinner. No fancy little jewelry boxes. No skimpy lacy things. Just a hastily wrapped old Amazon box with a couple of DVD and t-shirts from Target which were purchased 20 minutes earlier.

There was no hot air balloon ride, spendy dinner, or magical evening but I found, as I snuggled next to Kevin’s slumbering back, that even though I didn’t have a wonderful anniversary celebration, I had something more. A truly fulfilling and loving marriage that has survived seven years and two children. So I found myself gently scratching Kevin’s back and whispering “I love you honey” as I drifted off to sleep and on to another year of happily ever after.