A technicolor loony.

Eight years ago today, darthgeek declared his love for me, during an argument about football (which is why I need to get a copy of "Are You Ready For Some Football" for the mix I'm making. *grin*)

Seven years and about an hour ago, we got married at the courthouse in Annapolis, MD during a torrential rainstorm that was the very end of Hurricane Floyd.

Six and a half months after that, our daughter emerged.

A year and ten months after that, we moved to an Extended Stay suite motel

Two months after that, I announced my pregnancy with Fishie.

A month and four days after that, we moved into his parents basement, having nowhere else to go

A month and twenty-eight days later, my heart broke when we lost Fishie

Two months and nine days after that, we moved back out again. And found that,yes, it *is* possible to do the happy dance while packing things up.

Roughly seven months later, we moved into a basement apartment we really should have thought twice about.

And, roughly seven months after that, we moved back into his parents townhouse...except that it wasn't theirs any longer. They bought a house a few miles away and we were renting the townhouse from their former landlady.

Twenty months later, we were out of Maryland and into our current adventure in West Virginia.

Those are just some of the high(and low)lights, of course. But, it does help illustrate this long, strange trip we've been on. And, while some of it was terrible, I've never regretted my marriage nor have I ever regretted loving my tall, silly, wonderful guy.

Happy anniversary, love. May we see a thousand more.