It's been 9 years.
9 years of going up and down - and sometimes sideways, like on the Mass Turnpike.
9 years of kids and pets and churches and houses and junk - are you tired yet? Yeah, me too.
9 years of laughter - usually laughing harder than anyone else in the room at a joke that only we get.
9 years of crying - because so few people get it and get us and we are stuck with each other.
9 years of being stuck with each other. All in all, that's not too bad.
9 years, and I have loved every one of them, with you, baby.
I love you, Vanessa. Happy Anniversary.