I still do.

Seven years ago today, I woke up a little jittery. I got out of bed, wandered into the living room of the awesome (it seemed so at the time, at least) one bedroom rental (next door to Al Roker )(who wasn't nearly as friendly as you might think!) that I shared with Crouton and planted myself on the couch.

Soon, he came out to join me.

"Um, so, wow, we're getting married today."

"Yep."

"I feel a little nauseous. Or a little hungry. Naungry maybe?"

"Let me make you a nice PB&J toast." (not quite as exciting as a nice MLT, you know, a mutton, lettuce tomato sandwich when the mutton is really lean and the tomato is ripe...they're so perky.)

And he did, and it was delicious, and it settled my stomach. But more importantly, it set a precedent. No, no, not of me complaining (although there IS that... ), but of him taking care of me.

For 7 years (9, if you count the premarital, living in sin ones), he's taken care of me. He's understood me, he's laughed at my jokes. He's made a few of his own. He's changed diapers (not mine, not yet) and taken over parenting. He's been my best friend and a great provider.

Hell, I moved to TEXAS for/with you. If that doesn't speak volumes, I don't know what does.

Marrying Crouton was the clearest, best decision I ever made - one that I have never ever doubted for a second. If you know me, that's huge. I can't generally decide what to order for dinner, so just imagine the magnitude of who to spend the rest of my life with. (is that until death or for all eternity? hmm....)

So, on this, the anniversary of the most fun day of my life, I with the Crouton a happy anniversary. I love you and would do it all over again. If we get the honeymoon part. And that guy, Andrew, who ran around our reception refilling my gin & tonic. And the gifts were nice, too.

Just kidding. All I need is a Crouton. They're so perky. I love 'em.

PS: this post totally counts as a card, right??

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[maggie]

it was seven years ago that i stuffed my 8month pregnant self into a fabulous dress and pranced around at your wedding. I was reminded by more than one of the elderly guests that i should not dance that way in my condition...as though Danny were going to slip right out! hardly....my swollen feet ached as i tracked down a cab and thought...good for claudia...she just made the best decision of her life!