Twelve years ago today I married my best friend. Standing in the field next to my parents house with one child holding flowers and one child sound asleep on the couch. Surrounded by friends and family on a gorgeous fall afternoon. Yes, we did things a bit out of the ordinary, a bit backwards according to most peoples plans, but look who we are talking about!
We have made some pretty major decisions, changes, choices and plans in those twelve years. It hasn't all been easy, but we were never promised it would be. We have leaned hard on each other and been exhausted holding each other up. We have struggled to keep communication open. We have argued, we have had tears. We have laughed so hard we cry, we have talked and dreamed and watched our children grow. We have watched and supported each other through all those decisions, changes and choices. We have had many adventures and plan on many more. It has all been beautiful and we are stronger, closer and better because of it.
Today I stand in awe of the man I am blessed to call my husband. Today I am celebrating twelve years of marriage to a man I couldn't imagine life without. And a family I am fiercely proud of.
I am blessed.
