Yesterday was our eight year wedding anniversary. Eight years ago, we were perched up on a hill promising to water the grass in our own lawn, sipping cocktails with our closest friends and family, and enjoying our first night as Mr. & Mrs. We celebrated with a weekend away at a micro hotel in New York, one of our most beloved places to travel made even more special by the fact that we were engaged there.
Our hotel room was very tiny! Less than 150 square feet. But still so lovely. The hotel had the coolest rooftop bar with incredible views of midtown and the Empire State building. A freak heat wave was sweeping the city, which made for a relatively quiet weekend. We biked from Central Park to 31st Street, ate our body weight in all our favorite foods (hello avocado toast and peanut butter banana donuts!) and shared lots of toasts to the life we’ve built together. Time away together is magic for a marriage, friends. 
To my hunky husband- spending this life with you and being your wifey is my greatest joy. The road may be occasionally bumpy, but the company (and the view) is pretty darn great. Happy anniversary, babe! Cheers to eight (or nine or ten, depending on who you ask) years!
