It's almost our 5th wedding anniversary. I can't believe how quickly that five years has floated by, and yet it has. It's hardly 50 years, but to me, it's still a milestone.
When we first got married I truly thought - Marriage? It's going to be so simple! It's going to be a cinch! Marriage can't be hard!
But it is hard. Not that Matt's a terrible person, Matt's an awesome person. But as with every relationship, every now and then, when things don't go the right way, I have to remind myself that Matt and I are two different people. We love each other, but it doesn't mean we want to do the same things every time. Sometimes I have these revelations when we are butting heads with one another, and I have some time to myself and an almost *cha-ching* moment, and I think, hey Lexi - back off, he's not part of you. You're married, but you're not a two-headed monster. I mean that would just be Wrongtown.
Back to 5th wedding anniversary. It's wood. That sounds almost Wrongtown on it's own. What does one give a man that's wood? (Ok, keep the suggestions CLEAN!). Wooden spoon? A ticket to Huon Valley in Tasmania so I can brainwash Matt into letting us finally move there?!
Help a gal out. Got any genius ideas that I can present my Mr with on Friday?