9 years of wedded bliss?

I can't believe how quickly 9 years can pass. When I was single, I was resigned to the fact that I would never marry. At the "old" age of 31 I finally married. At 40, 31 seems pretty hot. We've had ups and downs, and downs, and downs, and some ups. I wish I could say all is well and that its been the best nine years of my life, but that would not be true. However, I do think that through all of our trials, I am learning more about the boy I fell in love with. He has grown into a man over the past nine years. He has become a better person than I was. Now I trust his judgment more than mine. We have been like two cats fighting in a cage. Ironically, no matter what he does to me or I do to him, we keep coming back to each other. This time, we're trying to minimize our weaknesses and improve our strengths. Maybe we'll never overcome the addiction we have to each other. Maybe we'll learn how to really love. Maybe we'll do better this time around.

Brant sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers for our anniversary. He never buys a cheap bouquet of roses, they're always amazing. I get so many compliments (as I put them on the front counter at my work.) There are a group of guys that come into eat all of the time. They always tease me about my flowers. (Because I get them alot.) One time someone else had gotten flowers at work. They were a modest bouquet. The guys came in as asked if I had gotten flowers again. I said, "These flowers are too small to be mine." They laughed because it was true...I get giant boquets of flowers. Brant also sent me a Bath and Body Works basket too. I am so lucky! We're getting a room in Vegas tonight. I'm not sure what to expect...but he said there was a huge surprise there.