Five years ago we didn't have Sally.
We had our old couch, our old ratty dining room table, and our old bed.
Five years ago we hadn't ever been to Vietnam, or Costa Rica, or Mexico.
Jane was still alive. Tara hadn't moved to California. Stan and Lana hadn't moved to Florida.
Five years ago I didn't like the President.I had no idea we would have a problem having a baby.
Five years ago we didn't have Meg.
A lot has changed in five years, but one thing has not; I am still head over heels with the man I married on May 7th 2005. I will be for the next five years, and the five years after that, and all the years to come.Happy Anniversary Ryan. I love you, and I want the whole world to know it -- or at least the 137 people who read my blog.