And what about a seven year itch? What the crap is that all about anyway? No really, I have no idea what it is.
BUT I do know that
Seven years ago today, we were doing this:
And a little bit of this:
And some of this:
And this too.
|(Sad to say I actually haven’t seen six of these people since this day.)|
Whatever! Seven years? Wow. Its been a journey to say the least, that’s for certain. It’s hard to even believe it’s been seven years.
Look at the sheer terror on his face! He was thinking about bolting, I just know it!
But in all seriousness, I am so very grateful I have this man beside me.
The guy everyone thought was no good for me
The guy who had piercings and tattoos.
The guy who took care of me from the time I graduated from college to now and continues to do so.
The guy who supported me through beauty school, even though we weren’t even engaged, let alone married.
The guy who was patient with me while I figured things out and got things straight.
The guy who’s literally been with me through thick (mostly me) and thin (mostly him).
The guy who has sat idly by and endured my ever changing hair color and style.
The guy who held me while I cried, waited when I was impatient, got tests done when we had no answers, and gave up so so much to be a daddy.
The guy who lets me torture him.
The guy who has endured heartbreak countless times.
The guy who goes on many splendid adventures with me and my incessant whining and need for potty breaks.
The guy who does the best he possibly can.
The guy who is pretty dang adorable.
The guy who puts up with so so much and takes it all in stride.
The guy who’s little son is trying to be just like.
The guy who doesn’t know it, but has the most amazing spirit about him.
The guy who has prayed for me when I couldn’t do it myself.
The guy who doesn’t give himself enough credit.
The guy I was terrified of when we first met, but who turned out to be practically the biggest dork on the planet.
The guy who’s made me feel stronger, more self confidant, and beautiful than I ever did before.
The guy who collects many amounts of seemingly useless junk and is an amazing, daring cook.
The guy who would, and does anything for his family.
They guy who lets me be me.
The guy who never gives up, never backs down, and doesn’t throw in the towel, even when others would have quit long ago.
The guy who makes me madder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
The guy I can’t out argue.
The guy I had my last first kiss with.
The guy that seemed so very wrong for me for a lot of reasons.
The guy who I married seven years ago today. The guy I will spend eternity with. The guy I love.
We’ve had good days, we’ve had bad days, we’ve fought like it was over, we’ve laughed at absolutely nothing. It’s such an amazing ride and I’m so glad I’m on it with him. He’s my best buddy, the one who gets annoyed when I tell him what celebrities I think are hot, the one who honestly loves me no matter what I look like. He’s forgiving and sweet, awkward and hilarious. There’s absolutely no one I’d rather be with.
There were quite a few people who really thought I was making a huge mistake marrying this guy. What they didn’t know was how great a man he would turn out to be. How great a daddy he’d be, how great a husband. They didn’t see what I saw, they didn’t know what I knew, and they didn’t feel what I felt. Many prayers were sent heavenward while we were dating and engaged. I knew from the beginning that it was the start of something good.
My mom asked me before we got married why him, why this person who seemed so out of character for me. I knew then that our life would be hard. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I knew we had an uphill journey ahead of us. I knew that I loved him and that life was going to be hard, but I knew that it would be 1000 times better than life with out him.
So Thor, thanks for it all. Being married to you is a day by day adventure. Thanks for not bailing the first time you had second thoughts and wondered what you'd gotten yourself into? You know the time...Yellowstone...outhouse...yeah...I wouldn't have blamed you for high tailing it right then. But thanks for not giving up on me then and now. Love you bunches, sweetie.