In two weeks I will have been married for seven years. As I type that number it doesn't really seem like that many years in comparison to the number of years I have been on this planet. But at the same time I can't really remember what year one was like. I guess I remember a few interesting events, such as our honeymoon trip, how poor we actually were, and our first holidays as a married couple. Times, traditions, and priorities have changed, yet some things will never change. For instance......as I type this, my husband has set up a camping chair in our bedroom in front of the tv to watch college basketball. He is soaking his sprained ankle in a mop bucket full of ice water. As he watches the games, he surfs the web on his iPhone. This is our life. I love it! Don't get me wrong, I watch the games as well! I am checking my fantasy basketball team and bracket to check my progress. Currently, I am beating my husband in fantasy basketball, but down in the bracket. I am holding out hope that I will not lose the bracket for the 7th year in a row. I can't imagine our seven years playing out in any other way. We don't take ourselves too seriously, although I hear I don't laugh much. Either way, I consider myself lucky to be married to an amazing husband, friend, and resident comedian. He will tell you that he is the funniest person alive, and I believe him.