The Seven Year Itch


Ten years ago, I found you in my kitchen waiting on my roommates and, with a confused look on your face,  you asked me, “Is that what you’re wearing tonight?”

Nine years ago, we moved into an apartment together and found ourselves in the throes of finding routines, acceptance, and understanding.

Eight years ago, you welcomed me into our new city and had me open a box that contained a ring that would bond us together forever.

Seven years ago, you embraced me at the end of the aisle after we said “I do” in the midst of our family and friends who have supported us along the journey.

Six years ago, we were living and loving the big city life as we served as each other’s confidant and support group, wading through new job obstacles, city living adventures, and making unforgettable memories with family and friends.

Five years ago, we continued to make our rowhouse a home and had a revolving door as we spent as much time as we could with family and friends from all over the country.

Four years ago, we found ourselves trying to not get bogged down by the inability to get pregnant by distracting ourselves with trips, staycations, wine tastings, and finding the good in everyday life.

Three years ago, our (what seemed like) millionth pregnancy test finally revealed a positive sign and our hearts were immediately filled with love as our bodies grew more and more excited by the day, hour, minute, second to meet our bundle of joy.

(Almost) two years ago, we rushed to the hospital and welcomed our beautiful baby boy into our loving arms.

One year ago, we moved out of the city and did the baby crawl into the ‘burbs and have happily lived in our dream home.


I swear, we look like such babies in the engagement photo above. Wow, does time fly or what?

I’ve always been a firm believer that things happen for a reason. Swapping stories with my husband, his brother, my brother, and our friends have resulted in unbelievable findings. Had we met years prior to that epic night in my college kitchen 1o years ago (which, according to the stories, could have been highly likely), would we be where we are at today? “Probably not” my husband and I joke. We both did a lot of growing up during our college years and when my eyes locked on him in my college kitchen the night he rudely asked, “Are you wearing that tonight?” I knew that he got me. I was hooked.

Once you say “I do” to someone, you never know what your future will hold. From the ups to the downs, the smiles to the frowns, the laughter to the tears, life can be quite the adventurous ride. Luckily, I have a strong, good, supportive, and loving man that I feel honored to call my husband. My son has a strong, good, supportive, and loving man to look up to his entire life as a father, role model, and hero.

So, today, as we celebrate our seven year itch anniversary, I can’t help but look at the “seven year itch” as a positive. Let’s itch to keep falling in love with each other. Let’s itch to keep being supportive to each other. Let’s itch to always find a way to provide the best for our family.

I love you to pieces, babycakes. Happy seven years.

Disclaimer: Maternity photo courtesy of Emily Ferry Photography. Engagement photo courtesy of Sheila Springsteen.

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