Whoa – five years! I would be impressed if we hadn’t already been together so long.
Apparently for a five-year wedding anniversary, you’re supposed to give/get a gift involving wood. All I can think is it might prompt Bryan to make a totally inappropriate totally not funny comment.
Today is the day we married five years ago. So young. So carefree. So tan. So American. So clean-shaven. So sweaty. So in love.
Still the last one.
Happy day, honey! To celebrate, we should take two kids and some luggage and a double stroller on a train.