9 years

When Eric and I think back to when we got married, we see two young kids, dumb and in love.

We often wonder "who in the heck let us get married?" HA! Obviously it has worked out, but really, what were we thinking?

We were young when we started dating, young when we got engaged, young when we got married, and young when we had out first baby. We just recently laughed at how we're even young to be completed with our family. I mean, we're in our twenties, and our child bearing years are behind us. We may have done things out of the ordinary, but God knew. God knew that shy 16 year old boy would sweep that loud 15 year old girl off her feet.

He knew that we'd walk down the aisle at the tender ages of 19 and 20.

He knew that we'd be each others one and only. He knew that we'd give life to 4 beautiful little beings. And He knew that 9 years later, we'd look back and know that it was Him that not only brought us together, but kept us together.

Even though Eric hates that I leave messes all over the house, and I hate that he always takes longer to do things than he says he will... I rest in knowing that the things we'll remember when we're old are the good times.

The times we cuddled up together on the couch and watched Glenn Beck or cuddled up in bed and watched The Notebook. The times we snuck off during Sunday afternoon naptime, to have some alone time of our own. The times we stayed up late talking about all the funny things the kids said that day. Eric, I love you more than I'll ever be able to express.

Here's to us, baby!

And here's to many more years to come!