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5 years

Tom and I are quickly approaching our five year anniversary (May 28th). Until lately, I have felt not far-removed from the "newlywed" status, but lately, little things have been reminding me that we are five whole years into a life together. It has caused me to start a list in my head, a list which I will call "You know you have been married five years if..."

"You know you have been married five years if..."
  • Your sheets (those fancy, expensive registry sheets) are worn so thin that pulling them from the washing machine suddenly causes them to tear in half.
  • Your sharp, dangerous, cut-through-anything knives are now so dull that they barely cut through lettuce (and you are too lazy to figure out how to work the electric diamond sharpening machine your husband forced you to register for--because you would use it ALL THE TIME, of course).
  • You have run out of spoons. Somehow, five years of packing a lunch for your husband, many of which included yogurt and a spoon, resulted in the loss of about half of what you started with.
  • You are on your fourth coffee maker.
  • You have finally, after much trial and error, come up with a list of 5-10 recipes that you both enjoy enough to make regularly.
  • You start to forget what it was like to live apart from each other and can't imagine living life with anyone else :)
I love these little signs that remind me of the five wonderful years I have spent married to my best friend, and I look forward to all the years to come!

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