Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

I firmly believe that it is my duty in life to drive my husband insane. I’m not kidding you. If you ask him, he’ll tell you I’m doing a pretty good job at it.

But you know what? It’s a two way street.

During our Scrabble game tonight (yes we play Scrabble, you got a problem with that?), Noah said the following to me:

What’s wrong with you? Besides the obvious.

Have you ever loved me a day in your life?

You ruin my life.

I wonder what it would be like if I had a wife who loved me.

You’re retarded.

You’re the most frustrating person ever.

What’s wrong with you? Have you been drinking?

You’re a weirdo.

Nerd.

Why did I get married?

This is the worst game ever.

(Don’t worry. I get him back worse. Way worse. And I usually start it anyway.)

All the while, I’m scribbling down his sarcastic comments with the score-keeping pen, which is driving him insane because he always has to ask for it back.

While all of the above were meant sarcastically, we know exactly how to push each other’s buttons when we’re actually annoyed with each other. During the Worst Five Days of My Life while we were moving out of the big house, Noah folded the laundry just because he knows that I hate it when he folds the socks. (Stop laughing. He admitted to doing it just to make me angry.)  And also?  I may or may not have thrown out one of his favorite hats.  Maybe.

But you know what? I haven’t regretted one day with him. There was never a day that I wished I had not married him and not a day that I have not loved him (except maybe when he tried to drown me in the pool earlier today).

He’s the best man I could ever imagine myself being married to. And you want to know what else? He let me sleep in until 9:40 this morning. That’s TWENTY TO TEN! I’m almost certain that is the latest I’ve slept in since Grade 11. I don’t sleep well at night and apparently get my best sleep after 6 am.

We have an extremely sarcastic relationship, but it is also extremely loving and I would not trade it for the world. I want my kids to grow up seeing that their parents love each other and would do anything for each other. I want them to know that a sense of humor is essential to enjoy life. I want them to not take things too seriously when they are not meant to be.

My baby girl turns seven tomorrow. SEVEN! Time has gone by so quickly, but at the same time so slowly. I can’t imagine life without her, but I can also clearly remember when she was born. And yes, tomorrow will be a Kaylie post!

And if you have to know, he beat me by almost 300.