My little Vincent van Gogh.

Six years ago tonight Dustin and I were sitting in a hotel room in Florida ready to kick off our honeymoon. It doesn't seem like it was that long ago until I think about the fact that we've lived in two houses, had two children, several job changes (that's mostly Dustin), weight changes (that's mostly me) and so many other amazing experiences together.

I look at couples like my Grandpa and Grandma Krueger and I see Dustin and I in 50 years. While some may laugh at the comparison (only because the resemblence is uncanny), any relationship that can last as long as theirs must be admired. And even though their bodies have aged over the years...their friendship and affection for each other has not. I am beginning to understand how couples look at one another one day and all of a sudden they each realize ten, fifteen or twenty years have passed. While I certainly wouldn't say we have it perfect...I must admit I can't imagine my life without him. Our secret...laughter.

I pray that God will continue to watch over us and keep us as in love with each other as we are today...and for many years to come.

As much as I'd like to follow that with something romantic we did in celebration of our anniversary, I cannot. Instead of a night out or a candlelit dinner, we took the family bowling. You can tell it's our sixth anniversary and not our first, can't you?





Lauren was obviously more interested in her bottle than anything else but the rest of us had fun. I beat Dustin both games and even took photographs of the scoreboard for documentation. However, Dustin thought it would be funny to hit me on the butt while I was taking the photo. So this is all that I have for proof because immediately following the shutter closing the camera's battery died.



Don't worry...I paid him back later at dinner. It was his turn to change Lauren's dirty diaper because of course Lauren only waits to fill her pants while we are out in public. He takes her to the bathroom and we can all hear her screaming. Laughing, I can't imagine what her problem is until Dustin comes back to the table and reminds me that I left the wipes in the van. Oops. Honest mistake.

Sunday I worked on convincing Josh that he needed a haircut. The kids have pictures on Friday and I needed to have a few extra days of growth if I screwed things up. Well, I finally suckered him into it and his hair looks fine. The gashes on his ears and the one on the back of his neck don't look so hot. I clipped him THREE times! Of course his ears had to bleed like a stuck hog and Dustin came in just to say..."Oh my God. Mom cut off your ear!!!" I guess paybacks are hell.

Once I got him calmed down and showed him that his ears were in tact I assured him that mommy would not use the big razor around his ears anymore. And tonight again he reminded me that I use the big razor on the big hairs and around the ears I use the small one. Nothing like a little traumatizing experience to make you feel like a bad parent.