All joking aside, it's been good. Really good.
When you've been married as long as we have, and you wait this long to have kids, people say really stupid things to you. Once a woman acquaintance laughed and said, "My daughter has three kids and ya'll have none. Isn't that strange?" Another friend warned, "Don't wait too long to have kids. You'll both get used to being by yourselves and then if you ever do have kids, it will be a strain on your marriage." To which I can now say, "Not so madame, and good day."
I worried about that though. I worried that once we changed the rules of the game after 10 years of marriage things would be different. Worse.But now that we're neck deep in babytown, I'm not worried about that anymore. The other day I looked at Matt and said, "Can you imagine of we'd done this five years ago." He shuddered and said, "No way."
In the past 10 years we've ironed a lot of things out. We gave up fighting about the toilet paper and whether it really needed to be put on the holder. We work as a team, whereas several years ago we were pulling in different directions. And if I've learned anything from 3 am feedings, overflowing diapers and colic... you better be pulling in the same direction.
So thank you for marrying me Matt. Thank you for spending almost 10 wonderful childless years with me. Thank you for giving me Jane. I'm looking forward to late nights, the worrying, the parent/teacher conferences, the Halloween costumes, and Santa. As much as I enjoyed spending kidless time with you... nothing surpasses the joy I have when I look at you holding our baby girl. Happy anniversary, I love you.