And since we couldn't find a babysitter, we brought the kids with us to Longboards, a Hawaiian themed restaurant in Portsmouth. As we arrived we read the reviews: "kids: no." "Worst meal I've ever eaten." We plowed ahead anyway. The kids colored palm trees while we had Kona beers and hula burgers. Dinner really was great, and we even had a nice walk to the ferry harbor afterwards.
I thought to myself, if I'd been able to see this day 10 years ago, it would do nothing but confirm we were marrying the right people. This is the life we've built, the 10,000 threads that bind us together (an image I liked from a marriage book I read once).
Happy anniversary, Chris! Here's hoping the next decade has more luaus, less childbirth, and no 100-year-old houses.
"Home is wherever we are if there's love here too."