Our 11th wedding anniversary happened while we were travelling. So we celebrated eleven years of marriage on an eleven hour car ride that included:
- Vomit
- Junk food
- Goldfish crackers crushed into a fine powder on the car seats and floor
- Multiple gas station bathrooms
- Peeing in bottles
- Assorted tears, poop, fights, iPads, and ninja turtles
But it was actually quite fun. Bonus: I had my husband’s undivided attention for hours so I could catch him up on all the pertinent details of my life.
That’s called bonding, people.
PS: That picture is from our first year of dating circa 1999/2000. I chose that one because (obviously) look how skinny my arm is!