Are Half-iversaries a Thing?

6 months since this dreamy day.

6 months since our 10 person wedding and our back garden first dance to the Gilmore Girls theme.

6 months of begging Paddy to binge Gilmore Girls.

6 months of learning how to sleep beside another grown human who breathes.

6 months of missing said-human even when they’re just upstairs.

6 months of painful self-awareness and killing a looooooot of sin (well, for me anyway. Paddy is pretty much as perfect as he seems).

6 months of long, post-school afternoons waiting to hear ‘Hellooo I’m hoomeeee’.

1 month of baby making and 5 months of putting the ‘in sickness and health’ vows to good use.

6 months of Daddy instead of Paddy.

6 months of team hustles before attempting to discipline as half-decent parents.

6 months of sneaky snuggles before loading the dishwasher and stolen giggles before going to sleep.

6 months of Paddy and Reubs living together which means their official adoption process can start (and that’s probably the last I’ll say about that as I’m an anxious mess but please pray because it will either be super smooth sailing or pretty much emotionally traumatic).

6 months of despairing at the near-death antics of two males in one house.

6 months of belly laughs after said-males survive said-antics.

6 months of lockdowns and family adjustments under said-lockdowns. 

6 months of needing and showing a whole lot of grace. 

But the BEST 6 months of the Smyths.  

Oh, and 6 months of ‘Is it Smyth with an i or a y?