Anniversary Day

Today marks the day Subversive Dad and I became a couple.  I'm proud to say a really good one for eleven years.  There have been far more ups than downs, and the downs have been hardly significant. 

We are the A-Team of unmarried couples.  He's mostly Hannibal, the mastermind, with Faceman's good looks.  I'm pretty much Murdoch, with a little BA Barachus, but mostly batshit like Murdoch.  Together, we're the yin to each other's yang.  We'll need to remember this when Zuul hits her teens, I'm sure.

Last year was our big milestone ten year anniversary, and I remember being bothered that we couldn't do much to celebrate.  Zuul was only a couple of weeks old and I was still recovering from a c-section.  We were both extremely sleep deprived and my hormones really toyed with my sanity.  To be honest, I don't remember a thing from last year.  I don't remember gifts or cards or anything.  It was hardly a blip on the radar.

It finally occurred to me that Zuul is the ultimate milestone anniversary prize.  Sure, we could have gone to Paris, rent a sky writer, bought some fancy jewelry, maybe even had a wedding, finally, but that's not our style.  We've never needed grand gestures.  We celebrate the little things, and last year, the little thing was our newborn baby, graduating from couple to family.  Perfection.

So, Happy 11th Anniversary, Subversive Dad.  I love you, but I'm not making you any more gifts.