I’ve never been big on wedding anniversaries. Today marks seven years of being married to Andreas, but what of the 3.5 years that came before that? Claiming that it’s our seventh makes it sound as if those preceding years didn’t count. I also don’t need an excuse to be romantic with Andreas. I’m happy to celebrate the day we were married, but the day we first met means much more to me. As you can see from the video below, I’m also very Grinch-ish when reminiscing about the wedding ceremony. All of this might make me sound unromantic, when really I just love spending time alone with Andreas. I’m selfish like that.

We’re sort of an odd couple, Andreas and I. He’s constantly working, even when at home. He sketches and draws all the time. I can only write in solitude, but I often sit around drooling on myself while dreaming up new stories. Being able to do separate things while together is one of the secrets to our success. Regardless, I love when we are taken out of our routines and spend real time together. This happens on our vacations, and they are often the highlights of our relationship. Our recent trip to Paris is a good example of this.