Seven years of bliss, rarely an argument, never a fight, and we have never spent more than 24 hours apart in those seven years. Instead of that being annoying, we both get a small sense of dread when it seems like one of us might be sent away for training, conferences, or family business. We still sleep in the same bed, we grab each others' butts when we pass one another in the kitchen, we cutely hold hands while walking together, and I still blush if he kisses me in public.
"Seven year itch?" We have our own cure. LOVE!
(And the honeymoon ain't over, folks!)
