Seven years ago tonight we were married. And it's been a wonderful, eventful blur.
I know I don't thank Ken enough for being the person he is. The person who drives me to scrapbook stores while I snore in the passenger seat. The kind of person who even though he has a 45-minute commute leaves work early to meet me at the vet with Charmer. Ken is good people. And I am lucky to have him.
According to about.com appropriate gifts for the 7th anniversary are copper or wool. I got a new shelving system for my scrapbook room. It does have tin bins. Close enough to copper?
(Christmas pictures to come soon).