No. 1 at 33.
We've snuck away to the countryside for a couple of days to celebrate Tyler's birthday this week.(We are staying at Laura Ashley's Manor and it has been the perfect, easy getaway!) This morning, we are packing up and getting ready to hop on the train back to London. I've never really been one to look forward to sleeping in my own bed again since I live for the fluffiness of a good hotel bed... but I am starting to get that itch to see Viola again. C'est la parenting vie.
Today is Tyler's birthday. He is 33. 33! Last night, I realized when we first kissed- he was 23. I can't believe it's been a decade of having him all to myself. That feels like a really awesome accomplishment to me: got a masters, have an awesome job, been making out with Tyler Knight for ten years, etc.
I think one of the best things about our (imperfect) relationship is that we both feel like we got the better end of the deal. We both constantly feel like we married up... and in other those moments when we don't see the other in that glowing light, we at least still like each other as a friend, too.
God made a good one when he created this sweet guy. Despite all the great places I've seen or traveled to, Tyler Knight is one of my favorite things he has made. I mean, the Taj Mahal doesn't do my laundry, Paris has never put an extra blanket on me early in the morning while I'm still sleeping and Notting Hill (as much as I may love it) has yet to cry with me over my deepest pain or laugh with me in life's sweeter moments.
Travel is a big part of what we love to do, but I could never replace my life with him for it. We only see it as a compliment for our lives. A bonus. A perk. But it is definitely not the main goal of our life together.
(Plus, as fun as travel with him may be... I think our day to day life is pretty hard to beat.)
Happy birthday, Tyler! It's all about Five Guys and Band of Brothers for you today.
*images original to Aspiring Kennedy