One, two, three, four, five, SIX

Shockingly, we celebrated our anniversary a week early this year. Calm down -- it's because I'm headed to New Orleans for work (ie: sweltering August heat and humidity). Cue sympathy tears and enraged outcries.

Most of our prior anniversaries involved one of the following elements:

a) moving
b) sweat (ew, not like that -- August heat, duh!)
c) arguments (due to items a and b)
d) tardy Hallmark cards and apologies about the lameness of our celebrating

I'm not complaining, though, because I don't need a stupid card or dinner one day a year to celebrate my marriage to the most amazing husband on the planet. (Take that ANNIVERSARY!)

On the other hand, I could get used to an annual Anniversary getaway (hint, hint, Chris). We headed to Virginia Beach (mostly because we wanted sun and another dose of this awesome restaurant). Though we weren't on the beach, the Westin is 100 percent less cheesy than the cheestastic hotels by the water. We even ventured out to a less-populated beach and had a super relaxing day. Oh, and we saw DOLPHINS! One popped out of the water 10 feet away from where Chris was boogie boarding.
Loved the giant Westin bed!

If that's not the face of a happily married man, it's the face of a happily married man in a super comfy Westin bed watching The Jerk.

I pulled out my Wicked dress and gold shoes from the archives and remembered all over again why I bought it in the first place.
Awww...still making kissy faces after six years!
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