Life as a Lindquist: Seven Years Strong

Oct. 16, 2004. The day and the year Mr. Lindquist and I decided to officially become a couple. It's an anniversary we don't celebrate, much to my dismay. I love me a mushy anniversary card. So consider this mine to Rob.

After last week's "10 Ways to Make a Mama Happy" post, he said to me and I quote: "That was like a compliment sandwich, but instead of a slice of meat, it was a deli sub in between." While it saddened me to hear this (I didn't mean to make him feel like he doesn't do a good job of making me happy) I was impressed with his analogy.

Since that post, I've realized a couple things. As for #6) "Force Moms to Get Out of the House Without the Babychild," Rob does a good job of encouraging me to do this, but I'm my own worst enemy. Case in point Friday night when he repeatedly told me I should attend an event, while I repeatedly talked myself out of it. I've noticed him making an effort on some of the other numbers too, which leads me to believe next time I should just talk to him directly rather than write a thinly veiled blog post. Lesson learned.

So, here is me making up for it with a look back at our 7 years together. Honestly, I can't believe it's been that long. Though it took a lot to convince me to take the plunge exactly seven years ago to this day, I have never, ever looked back. We are plain and simply right for each other. I admire him. I respect him and most of all, I love the guy. Happy 7th anniversary, dear. Here's to 57 more.

Sadly, I don't have a photo of us from 2004. So just picture two dorks in their early twenties who are goo goo eyed for each other. Gag, huh?

And now for the fun part...