It is 9:00 a.m. I smell coffee brewing, and bacon cooking. I slowly open my eyes to beautiful white roses and an envelope. I open the envelope and there are two plane tickets to Fiji. I smile as I see my gorgeous husband bringing me breakfast. He sweetly whispers happy anniversary and kisses me softly on the lips. Pure BLISS!
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The above did not happen. Our anniversary morning began at 4:15 a.m. with a very upset and teething baby. I went downstairs and scooped up my precious angel and brought him into bed with me. Once he was cradled in my arms he fell fast asleep. Maxwell woke me up with love taps on the nose at 6:00 a.m. and the sweetest smile. He then looked at his daddy and did the same thing. Philip rolled over and sweetly told me happy anniversary. So there we were, Phil, Max, and me. We were all in our jammies. We all had bed head. There was no breakfast, coffee, or plane tickets to paradise to celebrate our 3 years together.
You know what we had instead? A husband who is now a daddy. A wife who is now a mommy. A beautiful baby that our love created! I am pretty sure that beats any trip to paradise.
Happy 3 years Philip. Thank you for the wonderful gift
of our family. I love you so!
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