10

Julie and I got married 10 years ago today.  We're old.  We also managed to secure a last-minute babysitter from daycare.  Above is when we checked on Rowan upon returning home.  We checked on Lyla as well, mainly to double-check that they were actually on premises and not in the backseat of the daycare teacher's car, swifted away to Canada or back to daycare or whatever.

Seriously, no matter who babysits our kids, if it's at night and we come home while they're in bed, I think we'll always check their rooms to verify their actual presence.  My mind goes to tomorrow morning, waking up and discovering the kids missing, and then getting some video message from the babysitter twirling her invisible mustache and being like, "I think your my kids will be very happy in Luxembourg, ha ha ha!" or whatever.  Perhaps it's irrational.

Anyway, ten years!  Ten years ago we didn't have a house, kids, and we barely had jobs.  Ten years from now Lyla will be a teenager and Rowan will be a pre-teen.  They will hate us.  Oh well: time flies.