Six Years

Six years of marriage looks like this:

This picture doesn't just entail two people eating ice cream on their anniversary though. 

It's the husband who doesn't really want ice cream (because heaven forbid he eat junk food), but obliges anyway because the wife does want ice cream (because she's normal). It's the wife who knows that even though the husband doesn't really want ice cream, as soon as he sees cookie dough on the menu, he will want some. It's the husband who knows the wife is going to ask someone to take their picture and the wife who knows the husband will be annoyed by it (to be fair it was 7pm at night and still a million point two degrees out). It's the husband who smiles even though he's got back sweat and is holding the wife's leftovers in one hand, thus preventing him from eating his melting cookie dough ice cream. It's the wife who hits the remote engine start twenty times on the way to the car to ensure it's started and cooling down so that progressively sweaty husband doesn't get progressively cranky(er). It's the husband who despite having his hands full still manages to open the door for his wife.

It's also delicious, delicious Amy's Ice Cream that makes both the husband and wife happy. God Bless it. And air conditioning.

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