Happy Anniversary, Sicko

I'd be remiss--and in trouble--if I didn't say happy 7th wedding anniversary to the love of my life, Emily Hunter. That wasn't her original last name; just wanted to make that clear.

That's Emily on the right, and my hand on the left. Oh, and a horse.

It's important to have traditions in a family and so, as I write this on the fourth, the day before ... we're sick. Dual sinus and ear infections, it seems, as it's important for a couple to share things. Like doctor appointments. Hey, she said in sickness and in health; it's right there in writing. I just don't think she anticipated one of us being sick or injured every single holiday, anniversary, and three day weekend.

We always hope the health part is right around the corner, just like spring and hot pretzel shops. Meanwhile, it's important to keep our senses of humor, especially since I know our marriage will last a long, long time--if only because neither of us can afford to give up the health insurance.

See? I had it planned all along. Forget love: Germs will keep us together!

Turns out she was patient zero!