Rogelio and I were married 6 years ago today.
Do you know where we got married? Tarifa!
That is what convinced us that living here was the right move. Tarifa has always brought us good things.
It’s funny to look back at the photos. Six years, two kids and the usual ups and downs later, it seems like a long time ago. We look so young and naive.
Now we have more grey hair and more wrinkles, on the skin and the clothes. The last thing I ever ironed were those white pants.
We walked down this same street this morning. But instead of a small purse with lipstick and a credit card I was armed with diapers, wipes, hand sanitizer and enough rice cakes for any urban emergency.
Funny, but we have both lost weight since forming our family. That’s toddler wrangling for you.
We talked about some kind of romantic celebration. Just the two of us, clean clothes, nice food, good music. We ended up with our favorite takeout, beer out of a can, and two small people wiping hot chili sauce in their hair.
We reminisced over these photos, while serenaded by a chorus of “Mommy, I did a poo, wipe my bum, wipe my bum, WIPE MY BUM!” While the grumpy back-up band , who is fighting three molars, bashed cars against the bathroom door.
Happy Anniversary Rogelio. Maybe next year we’ll get that beer into a glass.