I'm happy to say that these trials and discussions brought us closer to each other. It changed our perspective and even more aware of quantity vs quality time. And most of all, through all of these, I learned something I should have known all along.
It is not the where or what that matters. It doesn't matter than we're not getting dolled up for our anniversary date night. It doesn't matter that we are not packing our bags to go to an exotic land with limited outside world contact. It doesn't matter that we don't have awesome presents to gift each other. (In fact, I don't have any present for you at all this year, babe!)
What matters is the who you are with. I am with my other flesh. I greeted another beautiful sunrise with my groom--granted 68 miles apart. I am with my other half and holding his hand on our special day.
The where this year just so happens to be in a hospital room. Surrounded by noisy, beeping machines and even louder little babes. Our little babes. And somehow, I can't think of a better or more special way to celebrate our ninth.
I love you, Dean. And I am so happy to be with you.