When Michael and I first met, I was a mere babe of 23 (about to turn 24) and he was 26. The summer we met, we were both total party animals -- hanging out at the Irish Times or some other Capitol Hill watering hole 2, 3, even 4 nights a week. Drinking and flirting and hanging out with friends. We really had a blast.

We've been together almost seven years now, married for almost three, and to say we've slowed down a bit would be an understatement. Last night we got home from work, did some errands, grabbed dinner, and got home at around 9 pm. After a few more household chores (mail call and dishes for me, doggie duty and changing out the water bottles for Mike) we collapsed into bed at 9:30 pm. I never thought I would ever hear the words "Thank God we are in bed at 9:30!" eminate from the lips of Michael Alex Wasylik. But they did, and I had to agree 100%. It made life a lot more palatable when the alarm went off at 6:30 this morning (I also never thought I would see the day when Michael Alex Wasylik got out of bed at 6:30 am willingly, but that's another story....)