eight years.

June 18, 2005

The best day of my life.

When we got married 8 years ago I couldn't imagine falling more in love. I thought a lot about the last eight years this week - I thought about exploring Europe and climbing Half Dome, the birth of our daughter and the loss of our nephew, a very special hooding ceremony and countless football games - somehow as we've shared so many special experiences, held each other through some difficult times, and become parents I have fallen even more in love with this man.

 Italy - November 2009

He has seen me at my worst. I have said awful things to him. I am moody and not very nice when I wake up (unfortunately, a trait I've passed on to my daughter). I HATE being wrong. I fall asleep on the couch almost every night. And he comes home to a bowl of cereal more than I'd like to admit. Despite all of these things (and often because of them), he is incredibly gracious. He kisses me every morning and loves me even more when I'm cranky. He serves our family relentlessly and would do anything for the two girls in his life. He lets me choose _____ (insert: movie, restaurant, etc.) every time, and sacrifices his desires for mine often. He is the best daddy, and nothing could fill my heart with more joy.

He is perfect for me. In so many ways, we are perfect for each other. Something beautiful that could have only been orchestrated by our Lord and Savior.

A throwback - from Matt's grad school days I think.

Thank goodness he saw the light and FINALLY decided to date this girl, because I don't know if my heart would have ever recovered if he didn't! Took him long enough :)

I'm so thankful God blessed me with this man, allows me to do life with my best friend, and is more than enough for us no matter what the circumstances. I love you Matthew Todd!