Day 2000...or so

 You may recall our wedding counter:  a gift from Jay, it started counting, day by day, at 5 PM CET, oh, about 2000 days ago, and is guaranteed to run as long as we do.  (Back of same shown above, for reasons that will soon become apparent.)  You may also recall that on previous big round number days we have seized the chance to throw a party.  This time, 2000 that is, we chose instead to commemorate the day by going to a photo studio for a family portrait.

Oh the preparations.  Got sick last week, we all did, and I've been limiting my intake of palliatives on the theory that the worse I felt the sooner it would be over.  Then yesterday, still fighting the cold bare-handed, a rainy gray day out, I took the boy to get his haircut, a 15 minute walk each way, loaded with foul weather gear that, I suppose happily, wasn't needed.  Did get a shot of the ultimate sumo battle--

--at the studio, and the haircut turned out pretty nicely, too, but it was a drag.  The last several days on hyper-alert to ensure the newly-crawling GM didn't bruise his head against something, dog or otherwise, were especially wearing as well.  And all this so we'd be in the studio right when our counter showed the magic 2-0-0-0, rather than, say, after we get back from Hawaii, tan and presumably cheerful, @ day 2020.

Then this morning.  What to wear, rush to prepare, the baby thankfully napping on time but Felix at his most cheerful and obstructive self.  Finally, elder son gives us a break, disappears into the living room and falls silent.  Silent.  Never good.  This time very bad.

Our counter
Placed next to the door so we wouldn't forget it on our way to the studio
Our counter, reading 2000, ready to go
Our counter now reads zero zero zero zero

We got to the studio, we did the shoot, we'll Photoshop in the correct digits.  We've already figured out how to make the counter climb, too, though we don't know the correct dip switch setting to make it a day counter again, rather than a simple timer, which is what it is currently pretending to be.  And we still don't know how Felix zero'd it, though we're pretty sure he won't do it again.  Ever.

I can't say this has been the worst day of our marriage, but at the moment I can't think of a worse one, either.  Here, though, is the one authentic day 2000 shot we got, and kudos to T for insisting we do it while we had the chance.

 Counted or not, tomorrow's another day with the woman I love.