It's our anniversary today - six years since the day we stood underneath the trees and were announced man and wife by the fastest talking rabbi in the business. I think he may have been going for a record. Well, at least it wasn't a bris.
Anyway, of all the reasons Chris rocks, so many of them blow in and out through the day and I think to myself, wow what a guy, but then someone throws up or has to go to work and I forget to make a mental note about how absoulutely singular he is, how good he is at being my husband and these children's father. Like tonite. He's about to give a bath to Reese and she, true to form, is peeing before the bath, talking his ear off about this and that and this and that and since my child is a talker and I am working steps away from them, I am tuning it out, when I hear:
REESE: I wish I was a boy. Being a boy is funner.
CHRIS: What do you mean? Being a boy isn't more fun. Why do you think that?
REESE: Because boys get to pee standing up.
CHRIS: Well, it's not more fun to pee standing up. Girls can do anything boys can do. It's just as good to be a girl.
REESE: Really? Yeah, and girls can have babies.
CHRIS: See, girls can do even MORE than boys.
REESE: Maybe even it's BETTER to be a girl.
CHRIS: Nope, it's better to be whatever you are.
Need I say more. Six years with this makes me long for sixty six.
Happy anniversary baby.