Rob and I prepared our wedding invitations last night, assembly line style.
I gluesticked them shut, while he stamped them. But because I was the one who picked them up, addressed them, obsessed over our list to make sure we weren't forgetting anyone, stuffed them, and then double-checked the list again, I was slightly uncomfortable with the idea of involving him.
As he lifted the first stamp, I said "If you put those on crooked, I'll have you killed."
And after that, I felt better.
Jack is TWO!
3 years ago