Capture It, Remember It

Yes, the title of this post is from a Taylor Swift song. I am not ashamed.

Next month, Andrew and I will have been married for two years. I can't believe that we have gotten to this point. This point of having a routine and being married.

Can you believe I married this guy? By the look of this picture, it looks like I don't even like him,haha. I try to remember little moments. Little things that aren't that important, but it's the little moments that make me happy.

The other Monday, I had just spent six hours in class and then drove home. I was exhausted! At that point of my day, I couldn't even muster any facial expressions. I probably just grunted at him when I entered through the door. I went straight to our bathroom to get ready for bed. I was standing there brushing my teeth with my old-fashioned regular toothbrush.

It's always a joke between us because Andrew likes his electric toothbrush and he makes fun of me because of all the "work" I put into brushing my teeth with my regular toothbrush.

Anyway, Andrew came into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth, put his arms around me and began to make a buzzing sound like his toothbrush. At one point he made my toothbrush "die" and he quickly pulled out his drawer and put a battery in his mouth. The buzzing immediately commenced. I couldn't help but laugh and be thankful for a husband who have eight years of being "Andrew and Dana" can still make me laugh.

I have a stressful and emotional job. It is so wonderful to know that I can come home (most of the time) and have a husband who understands and is willing to do whatever to make my evening less stressful.