Nine Years!

I seriously cannot believe today is our ninth anniversary. Our babysitter even thought it was crazy that we were married "in 2000... woah..." Gee, that didn't make me feel old at all.

I think what stuns me the most, though, is that I honestly do not feel old. I feel like... me... only nine years older, which happens to be thirty, and not twenty-three like one of our sister missionaries thought the other day. I died laughing. She seriously thought I was twenty-three years old!

We had a nice evening out, though. Spent a quiet dinner at Skewer's in Indialantic, an intimate Mediterranean/Lebanese restaurant that makes killer hummus and stuffed grape leaves. Hardly anyone was there, we sat outside enjoying the cool breeze, and our waiter was articulate and attentive. After dessert, we took a quick stroll down to the beach. We didn't stay long-- the breeze was a bit gusty and chilly right on the water. Yep, we're Florida wimps now.

We came home to our sitter apologizing for getting the kids to bed a little bit late-- juggling three at bedtime is a trick she had never really tackled before. We didn't care, though. We had a nice dinner out, and came home to sleeping children whom she kept alive. That's all that mattered.