365 Days...

The first year of marriage is said to be the toughest.  I don't believe it.  Aside from moving across the country and leaving all of our friends and family behind, it hasn't been so bad.  It's actually been very healthy spending the greater part of our marriage alone.  Just the two of us.  No one else to rely on.  It can make a person incredibly grateful for being wise enough to marry their best friend.  We were lucky enough to spend our first anniversary surrounded by people we love.  We drove back to Phoenix from Lake Powell on our anniversary and had Gregg, Lindsay, Monica, Izabel, Indigo, Sophie and Sebastian staying with us.  My mom was sweet enough to let the top layer of our cake take up residence in her freezer for the last year and on my latest trip home, I carried it on the plane all the way back to Phoenix.  We were pleasantly surprised with the results.  The kids actually ate a decent amount of it.  Pat wasn't able, or allowed, to smash cake in my face per my loving mother's intense hatred of that particular tradition.  So, he took full advantage of the fact that she was 3,000 miles away on our year anniversary.