Lots of cheesy ahead… you’ve been warned.
We started dating when I was 17.
Married when I was 19.
First baby at 24.
Four babies since (adopting 2 of the 4).
He really is my best friend.
My favorite person to be around.
My first (and last) kiss.
He brings me down several notches–helps me enjoy life.
When I’m being impatient, stressed, or just plain crazy he asks how he can help.
I don’t tell him enough–I’m so proud. Thank you. You’re doing great.
I tend to dwell on the ‘next steps’, or ways to improve, how to be more efficient, marking things off our list. I need to stop, be content, and just look at this HANDSOME man I married.
I can count on one hand how many times a year we argue.
We really go together like eggs and bacon, bees and honey, peanut butter and jelly. Basically all food references.
We still hold hands, he grabs my booty in front of our kids, go on weekly date nights, he makes me blush (and laugh at his dumbness!), he rubs my back, serves me breakfast in bed…
Michael, I love you with my whole heart and you had better not die before me. Thank you for the way you lead our family. The past 9 years of marriage have flown by, and I just hope the rest slow down so we don’t miss them. Love you!
Our friend Katie took our engagement and wedding photos and Allie Burns took our anniversary pics. Thank you ladies!