Chris and I met when I was 20 years old - at his brother's fraternity party. From that night on, we were together (give or take one month when I had to get my head straight).
We were married when I was 23 on the hottest day of the year in July. July 26 to be exact. What a fun wedding and reception. I don't think I've ever danced as much in my life.
Since then, we have grown through apartments, two houses, three kids with one on the way, multiple jobs, cars, overextended bills, vacations, remodels, date nights, movie nights, parents' passings, and more.
And each day, I love him more.
Marriage is tough stuff. Lord knows there are days we don't like each other very much. But I truly believe in my heart that God placed Chris on this earth to be with me for the rest of my life (or until he calls one of us home).
So, at the risk of sounding corny, I consider myself the luckiest woman in the world. Chris knows me like no one else, and accepts me for who I am. He is a wonderful dad to the kids, a true friend to me and a sounding board for all those times I want to fly off the deep end but can't.
I could go on, but I'm starting to tear up, so I'll stop.
I'm thrilled to be celebrating our 12th anniversary this weekend alone in Kansas City for a night away. I can't wait! :)