Seven

I suppose when your spouse is occasionally (often) gone, it feels closer to six years, instead of seven, so maybe we haven't hit that seven year itch just yet.

Seven years.

One graduation.

Three kids.

Two fishes.

One new (old) car.

Three different countries.  (Together -Justin could more than double that number, maybe even triple)

One mortgage (re-financed twice)

Two Red Sox World Series Wins

Dozens of vacations (with and without kids and with and without extended family)

Two presidential elections.

Five businesses bought (maybe more, I'm starting to lose count)

One deployment.

Two wedding ring size adjustments (one making it bigger, and one making it smaller)

*I wrote this before our anniversary, and apparently forgot to post it.