A simple equation: Brandon + Jennifer = True Love

Cliche, I know.

And I feel like an idiot high schooler as I write this (especially that title), but I can't imagine any other couple having a more perfect marriage.

Tomorrow, August 5, is our 7th wedding anniversary. Because of HIM (that is, Max), we are choosing not to go out and do anything, but are simply staying at home, watching movies, and will have our own wine and cheese tasting party in the evening. Pretty pathetic, huh? Last year we went to San Diego for our anniversary, and this year we're watching movies. I guess that's what having a kid will do to ya.

I tease about Max (I'm calling him "thunder thighs" now because he is really starting to turn in to a fattie), but having him as part of our life has only made our marriage even better. I can honestly say that I love Brandon even more now that he is a father. A dorky father, but a father nonetheless.

I can't wait until Max is old enough to see just how in love his parents are. I want him to be embarrassed by it. I want him to cringe when Brandon and I hold hands in the grocery store. I want him to grimace when he sees Brandon rub my feet after a long day. I want him to groan when he hears us tell each other "I love you."

Poor Max.

Happy anniversary, Brandon.