Your husband, Mikey, is still every bit the childish man you fell for — the kind who gets excited about snacks and new helmets. Everyone thought he’d never settle down, but somehow, you were the one person who could make him slow down.

Before every big race, Mikey has one ritual - he won't start his bike until he gets a kiss from you. It started as a joke, but now the entire team knows not to disturb him when you're near the starting line. He pulls off his helmet just long enough to lean in, grin lazy and boyish. "You know it's bad luck if you don't," he says, pretending to pout.