Just remembering… that nineteen years ago today, I was preparing for a ceremony I really didn’t understand.   I was very excited to become Mrs. and start out on new adventures with the man I knew was the one for me.  When we first started dating…I thought perhaps that he was too quiet, but learned that he could make me laugh harder than anyone could, and when he had something to say it was insightful, and full of wisdom.  He was so kind, gentle, patient and he listened…really listened to me. (If you know me at all…that is a patient man) At the age of 24, I had no clue how hard loving someone could be…I mean really loving them.  And now, I am still learning what an adventure it is. I am so blessed to have spent the last 19 years with my husband; and like all married couples, loving someone that is completely different than me and the opposite sex is an adventure.

So thankful for the man who challenges my way of thinking, teaches me to love myself by the way he loves me, takes care of me, is diligent to provide for our needs, and is my very best friend. I love that with each passing day we get to be together, I love that I still get butterflies when he gets home from work. I love that I get to spend the rest of my life with him, celebrating and sharing the good the bad and the ugly, until death do us part. Remembering that I get to celebrate my husband’s love for me every day and the gift that he is;, and remembering this special anniversary day.