We celebrated our anniversary yesterday.
Eight years on and our marriage still continues to surprise me.
I'm surprised that my feelings for him haven't changed, nor have his for me.
I'm surprised that the things we've been through together haven't broken us, they've only served to make us more determined, and more committed.
I'm even surprised that sex gets even better the longer we're together (too much information?!)
I'm surprised when he knows me well enough to see a moody cloud over my head, even if I think I'm doing a good job at hiding it.
I'm surprised when he appreciates the little things; made beds, cooked dinners, new clothes.
It has surprised me that, although we are so different, we continue to head in the same direction.
It surprises me that he still enjoys my cooking, even the tuna mornay I've been making every couple of weeks for the past eight years!
It surprises me that our excitement over a night in with a dvd and tea and chocolate hasn't diminished - we still prefer each other's company over anyone else's!
Blessed beyond measure.