the seven year itch

It’s been seven years ago today since the hubby and I went on our second first date.

Thankfully, there wasn’t a third first date because this one finally stuck and we’ve been together ever since.♥

On March 21st, 2005, sitting in O’Charley’s restaurant, marveling at the devilishly handsome blonde haired, blue-eyed boy across from me, I could have never imagined what the next 7 years would hold for us.

Presenting the world’s most clueless 21 year olds, circa summer 2005:

I was all prepped and ready to recount the many monumental moments of our last seven years together, when I realized I did that same thing last year… and reading that post made me realize that I better not try to tweak what was a already a pretty good thing.

The first flowers Nick ever brought me – which I then displayed proudly in my bottle rack on my apartment’s windowsill at UK. I’m loving the classy background in this lovely picture… aww, the memories =)

The one thing last year’s post is missing is the phenomenally HUGE year we’ve had since.

{Nick would be sure to insert an “It’s gonna be huge” impersonation of Donald Trump after that sentence if I were saying this out loud… I can read that man’s next move like a book.}

The birth of our son and becoming a family of three has been the most challenging and wonderful year yet in our relationship. I am deliriously happy to be the lucky woman on my hard-working, good looking husband’s arm and even more so than that, to have him as the caring, doting father to our baby boy and {hopefully} future offspring.

May they all {continue} to look like him =)

{and may God bless the poor little things if they don’t!}

Happy 7 year anniversary, darling!♥

If you should get the 7 year itch, I know a friendly neighborhood pharmacist that might be able to recommend you something for that ;)

hardy-har-har…

many, many hugs and kisses to my beloved,

Stephanie