These crazy kids went on an anniversary date night. When my best friend offered to watch the kids so Tim and I could go celebrate our "I do", it was a little bit like Christmas and a birthday combined. Vocalizing all my bottled up date night energy, I told Tim, "Let's find a bar!" Instead, we opted for our favorite Italian restaurant for a coffee and dessert, which made much more sense for these coffee lovers, anyway. (Save the bar crawl for like, the 6 year anniversary, Tim?)
After dinner, we headed to Rocky Butte, a park with -- you guessed it -- quite a view. It was here that we attempted a cute 3 year anniversary selfie to which we failed and ended up with this:
and talked about the last few years - isn't it crazy we have 2 kids and all that, isn't it weird that we don't have a car payment anymore? - and what our last days in Washington will look like, what will the first days in Michigan bring?
I tried to look cute. I put on wedges and lipstick, but I didn't care what I was in. I didn't care if Tim wore a button up. It was us on a hill, spoiled by the generous skyline, with a coffee in each of our hands. And that's where we started 6 years ago -- just us, a San Diego skyline, and a coffee in each of our hands because a boy offered to buy Starbucks for a girl. (Spoiler: the girl said yes.)