Ten years ago today, Justin and I met. We’ve been together ever since. Valentine’s Day has always been a non-event, and even our wedding anniversary just marks the day we had a great party. This day is our milestone.

It was spent patting and rocking a gassy little boy, bless him. We took turns wolfing down supper. I’m covered in spit-up, and Justin’s been catching up on laundry. Later tonight, we’ll follow the routine that’s been best - Justin sleeping in the other bedroom to rest for mornings with Evan, while I take the nightshift.

Only people with kids will believe me when I say this: we’re having fun. We’re falling deeper and deeper in love with our son, and that means a lot of laughter. We’re thrilled with every new chirp and gurgle, amazed at all the clothes that are already too small. And we’ve got bottomless sympathy for him when he has a tough day.

As I write, the boy has finally stopped stirring and breathes heavily in his crib, exhausted. Time for me to steal a few moments with Justin, even if it is just the two of us listening to Evan snore. A happy anniversary is knowing we’ve done good, whether it involves a fancy dinner or not.

And the sounds of our son let us know for sure.