The day before all hell broke loose, I had a really great time.
So the day before one of the worst days of my life, it was Matt and I’s six year wedding anniversary. (Is that right? Matt and I? Grammar Girl is inconclusive.)
The kids were gone the night before, so we got to sleep in (until 8 am!) go to breakfast, and not have a care in the world.
We decided to go to Pamela’s which is one of the best breakfast restaurants in Pittsburgh. Even President Obama loves it there. So we drove into Oakland and waited outside for our turn to be called in.
It wasn’t even 10 AM and Matt was already sick of me taking photos.
You’d think he’d be used to me by now.
I ordered some pancakes and fruit and their potatoes and when it came, I could hardly eat any of it.
Either way, it tasted good, all four bites I consumed and we headed off to downtown to go kayaking.
We’ve planned on going kayaking for years on our anniversary, but for some reason it just never happened. I was still fighting this awful cold, but figured sitting in a kayak on the Allegheny wouldn’t be so difficult.
I wanted to tip him in so bad.
It’s funny how loud it is under the Ft. Duquesne Bridge. I mean, obviously it would be, but I guess it’s just not something you really think about.
For the record, he made no attempts to tip me over. So there’s that.
Six years of marriage! And the best part about being married to him is that just the next day, when shit went down, he was there for me, and he’s been there for me every single day since. He hasn’t complained, he’s done everything I’ve asked and he’s even gone beyond what I think would be normally required of him.
And this is just one example of probably a thousand things he’s done for me over the past six years. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I am so thankful to have him in my life.
And that he didn’t tip me over into the Mon.
Because those floating dead carp were creepy.