Six and Strong

Six years ago, on a bright and sunny day, a boy and a girl met at a church.

They each looked pensively out the stained glass windows.

And leaned on walls.

Hundreds of other people showed up.

And the boy and girl stood up in front of God and everybody and got married.

And there was much rejoicing.

And minorly inappropriate shenanigans.

(And sneaky 12 year old cousins stealing 40 glasses of champagne.  And somebody-who-shall-remain-nameless PUKING IN THE BATHROOM OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.  But I digress...)
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Fast forward 6 years, and here we are.  Going strong.

This is our life.

Nerds.

It would be an understatement to say that this year of marriage has been a hard one for us.  We lost an entire quarter of it, to be honest.  But we've come through it, just as we have the bumps in the road we've already passed and the ones yet to come.  'Cause I love this man.  Heart and soul forever and ever.

He makes me laugh.  Usually at inappropriate things.

He keeps me sane.  Well, he tries.

He is a better daddy than I ever dreamed possible.

He puts his life on the line every single day for people who don't appreciate it.

He leaves my closet light on when he goes to bed early so I don't bang my toes on the footboard in the dark.
He makes me feel pretty even when I have Cheerios in my hair and dried cake batter on my pants and am still carting around 32 pounds of 2-babies weight.
He's a big squooshy softie underneath his gruff and crusty exterior.
He makes me bonkers and sometimes I want to lock him in the backyard, but at the end of the day...

 

I'd marry him all over again.