I remember when we were newly married and we'd meet those people in the ward who had been married for 7 years and look at them like wow, that's like forever already, and they just seemed really old and kind of boring. Well, that's us, I guess.
Todd and I celebrated our 7th anniversary on Sunday. It was pretty much a normal Sunday for us, although I guess we did show up an hour late to church, so that made it interesting! We are still on west coast time here, amazingly, and I was not about to end that streak-I tell you what!(Picked that up from my sister's neighbor in Utah.)
But that husband of mine played a mean trick on me all in the name of love, so he says. The day I was leaving for the airport with the 3 kids and my parents I realized I hadn't seen or worn my ring for the past day. So once I realized it, among all the other last minute things you're trying to get done to get your family packed and out the door, we all went on a hunt for my wedding ring. After tearing the place a part, shedding some sorrowful tears, and trying to convince myself that Chase had not thrown it down the toilet (which he's known for) or in the garbage (which he's also known for) or out the window (always a possibility when you're irrational and panicked over your ring) I told myself it was still in the apartment and I'd just have to do a more thorough search when I returned back in 3 weeks.
SO...the next day I sobbed to Todd on the phone telling him how Chase MUST HAVE thrown it down the toilet because it was NOWHERE. And I told him how sick I was over it and asked him if he had taken it to have it reset or anything. To which he replied, "No, but that would've been a good idea."
After I returned to New York, the very first thing I did after waking up after our post red-eye flight nap was ransack the apartment looking for that DAMNed ring. It put me in a terrible mood which sadly Todd got the brunt of on the phone so he texted me telling me to stop looking for it because he had found it while I was away and was going to surprise me when he got back from Philly.
So later that night he came home and busted out this little jewelry box with a ring that resembled my ring. That little brat had taken my ring the day before I left for my trip and had gotten it reset and lied to me for 3 WEEKS and made me agonize over it all so that he could surprise me for our anniversary. I was mad for about 1 second until I put that little beauty on. This one is rounded unlike my original, making the band itself thinner and the diamonds are in a more traditional pave setting where in the original one the diamonds were lined up next to one another. And it's smaller so it won't fly off my finger and land in someone's cleavage. No lie, that happened. I forget who's cleavage though, if you want to claim that, definitely leave a comment...if anyone is even still reading this.