five years

What do you say to each other when you're celebrating your five-year anniversary under this ... ugh ... this awful cloud of cancer? In our case, a lot of I love yous ... I hope for many more wonderful years with you, but if we don't have them, well, I'm so happy for the ones we've had. I wouldn't trade them for anything. I love you so much. I love you so much, too. Want to go drive up Summit Avenue and see our church? Oh, let's!


I wouldn't trade my friends for anything, either. Along with Megan, Susan and Charles have been here for a long weekend. The three of them babysat Saturday night so Steve and I could go out to eat for our anniversary. Susan and Charles have the same wedding anniversary we do — May 31. They were married six years earlier, and we happened to get the date the next time it fell on a Saturday. We were so moved that they chose to spend their night watching our kids.


We debated between two restaurants — the new, high-end New York-Paris outfit downtown or Carmelo's, the old Italian place where we end up celebrating many of our milestones. We chose Carmelo's, and we sat next to each other in the same booth. My appetite may have been low and my mouth full of sores from chemo, but it was one of the most romantic nights we've had in a long time. (Never mind that I am sporting one of the worst haircuts I've ever had and won't mind too much when my hair falls out in a week or two!)

And the next day, my best high school pals and I went to see Sex and the City — the movie! More on that in a different post, if I have time.