For the past week, I’ve been walking out the front door and admiring the way the porch looks. Cracks are patched, bubbled paint is gone, and everything looks fresh and clean.

The second anniversary is supposed to be cotton, but I really think it should be skid-resistant paint. Because it takes team work and a solid marriage to redo a porch and still want to go out for sushi afterwards. I love you, babe.