5 years and counting

Tomorrow is our 5th wedding anniversary. I remember sitting at a cousin's baby shower (which also happened to be her sister's bridal shower) having an awesome time chatting it up with a few of my sis-in-laws. It was almost Machel's 5th anniversary, and she was telling us some of the neat things she had planned--and 5 years seemed so far away. I think that was 2 1/2 years ago? Gee, time flies. And besides this post, and maybe a card later, I have nothing planned.

I had assumed that this would be our most amazing anniversary yet. Diamond ring type anniversary, with flowers, and dessert and a really nice (definitely steamy) date night. I'm still pretty sure that it'll be awesome, but the ring turned into a car and extra seats for the yukon, and it's possible that I won't even do my hair or put on makeup--let alone have much steam to work with. But we'll see. It's so nice to just be around Robert. He makes me happy. I love him a lot. And while our anniversaries are usually a little bittersweet, because they bring back a flood of horrible memories along with all of the good, I'm so glad we've made it 5 years!!!

Happy 4th Anniversary, Honey!

Isn't he cute?

A few things we've accomplished together these last four years:

Mastered the kissing thing (lol)

26 months of pregnancy

1,157 days of parenthood

Magnified 10 callings (we hope)

Took a class together (that was really fun)

Bought first car

Made it through numerous heated conversations

Went to Hawaii (thanks Mom and Dad Johnson)

Sang at the Stadium of Fire

Excelled in BYU choirs (at least one of us)

Graduated from BYU (at least one of us, again)

Took a road trip from Utah to New York to Florida and back

Bought second car

Moved across country

Bought first house

Remodeled much of that first house

Finished first year of medical school

And so much more! . . .

We may have also digressed a bit--we are certainly not as lovey-dovey as we were once, and it's not as easy to spend time together because of our increased responsibilities . . . but I love being married to you, Robert. Love-Loves.

CPCC

Cuddle Prevention Committee Chairperson

Robert has given me a new title. Poor guy. When I'm pregnant I can't stand people touching me. It used to make me really sick--now I just altogether avoid it. Occasionally, I'll hold my babies on my lap or give them a hug--but any long-term closeness (*shudder). Maybe it's my ever-growing, uncomfortable body--or maybe it's my heightened sense of smell (when I'm pregnant Joanna and Robert kinda smell weird--at least Enoch doesn't). . . I'm not sure.

I feel bad for Robert. He has to gargle with mouthwash for a good 30 seconds, then make sure his lips are completely dry before I can let him peck me on the mouth goodnight. Very annoying. And he pretty much sleeps on the very edge of his side of the bed--because there is a strict no-touching policy (I am SO warm at night). I'm pretty sure one night I'll sneeze in his direction and blow him right onto the floor.

Well. . . I'm like 21 1/2 weeks along. We're over half way there. It will be better soon. Hang in there, Sweetie.

Hurray for Insomnia

Last night Robert and I had a bad case of insomnia--Him because he had school issues on the brain, me because I kept having to get up to use the bathroom. Anyway, both of us were up from about 4:30 to 6am. I would usually be annoyed, but it was AWESOME! I never get time to talk to Robert anymore (I'm always trying to get him to sit by me and just talk, but he jumps at every little sound the kids make--he's an extremely attentive father), but I had him all to myself last night. It was great to just be goofy again. We talked about some important things, too--like how it's probably best to just ignore people trying to get into a debate about why their views are moral and open-minded, and people that disagree with them are not. Other than that. . . I think I drew a tattoo on his arm (it says I 'heart' ALICE), doodled some storm troopers/jedi knights/Darth Vader (Darth is pretty hard to draw, and all of my storm troopers had the helmet of Bobo Phat [is that how you say his name?], but whatever), then we had some fun with the words "junk", "garbage", and the phrase, "You can't trash talk a garbageman's daughter," which, apparently, is something I told him during my Dad's stint with waste management. I don't remember saying it at all. I hope we both get insomnia again tonight. Maybe Robert will come up with another hilarious saying that he thinks I said ;D. Lo0O0ove you, Honey.

BTW, does anyone know the name of the girl in the song "Hey ___ ___, You're a fine girl (such a fine girl), what a good wife you would be--but my life, my love, my lady, is the sea. Dododo dodo dodododo." Robert thought it was "Brandy," is that right? Speaking of Dodo. . . Enoch stinks really bad. Bye.