50 bottles of beer on the wall. 50 glasses of champagne (maybe we'll save the champagne for day 100:)).
It's been 50 days. Halfway to the big milestone. Halfway home. Nearly two months since a stranger saved my life. Amazing.
Phil and I spent a GORGEOUSLY NORMAL day together. Slept late. Went to the gym. Did laundry and cleaned. Napped. Watched the Phillies. It was boring and perfect. Boring is the best kind of day around here. The most excitement today saw was the big bunch of balloons (one is shaped like a giant champagne bottle) Phil lovingly surprised me with (balloons turn me into a giddy five year old, they are just so effing joyful) and the splash of makeup and pink wig I wore to dinner.
We ended the day with a quiet, candlelit dinner where we talked about what our lives will be like in 50 years. 50 years. Our children. Grandchildren. Home. Where we've been by then. Who we'll be. We should do this more often.
50 days. My. God.