It's my 10th wedding anniversary today and yes, I'm thinner, blonder, richer than in 1998 - with a much better view.
My husband is in Stavanger, returning tonight and if I have to say 'Daddy's at work' one more time in response to his adoring son's requests for 'Da, da', I'll scream. That's not to say that he doesn't use the term, 'Mommy' like a mantra; he does. He says it all the time, using me to exercise his vocal chords.
Ain't life just great?