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"Turner Drink Milk!" I have heard it about fifty times in the past five minutes. Turner is going through his list of stall tactics, anything to keep himself from falling asleep. We're back in Utah and trying to get back into our routine. Turner did sleep in his bed last night, thank you Jesus. He napped great yesterday but today he is going to shriveling up and blow away if he does not get a glass of milk. I promise he is well fed and fully hydrated.

Today is my five year anniversary. Brad and I's first multiple of five anniversary. Not a big number, like fifty, but I feel a weird sense of accomplishment. We have lived in three states in that time. We had our son. We had a misscarriage. Now we are pregnant and hopeful. Our lives are so different than they were five years ago. I thought we still wouldn't have kids by now. Now I wish we could have a few more than two. We live in the mountains, not the humid, endearing swamp that I just left. Now we rarely see the other side of ten p.m. We used to see the wrong side of sun up on a regular basis. Now sun up is when we get up instead of go to bed. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world, then or now.

So, with my measly little five years I feel pretty darn good. It's half way to ten and a quater of the way to twenty. I wonder what each new year will bring us? More children? New homes to put on the list of places we've lived? Nieces and nephews? Who knows? I do know that I want to find all of it out with Brad. He is an enormous pain in my ass about three quarters of the time, but I have always liked a little agrivation. Besides, I don't want to have to break a new one in and house train them. Brad is so close to being potty trained, I see a pee free floor in my future. I don't know if I could find someone who could live with all of my weirdness either.

My family let me know, on several occasions, this trip home that I am a tad bit bossy and controlling. Well, don't they know that my way is the best? I only want what is best for all of them, so why don't they listen damn it? Brad knows I am peculiar about certain things. He lets me have full control of the house and everything in and around it. I like to organize, so I do. I know that he is a stickler about having the checkbook balanced down to the penny. I try my best to remember to write everything down in it. He knows that I will not fry food except on special occasions. He lives with it and waits for trips home to eat all the fat laiden foods he craves. We compliment each other. We are the picture in the dictionary used as an example of "Opposites attract".

What would I do with another me? The world could not handle such a thing. So I have Brad. He's the big to my little, the stoic to my silly, the messy to my neat. I need that, and wether he'll admit it or not, so does he. So Happy Anniversary to us! The fact that neither of us in locked away for murder speaks volumes. Even though he is a hard man and not too sentimental, he softens up for me. You don't believe me? Come look at the huge boquet of flowers that just got delivered. He remembered. Off I go to smell the roses, and enjoy the times when my life is so sweet.