Long, long ago...

...in a state far away, two people fell in love and got married.

These two people, to be specific.

"Who are these two people?" I hear you ask.

"And why is this picture such poor quality?"

Well, here we are as the most of you know us twelve years later, after the genius invention of digital cameras and Photoshop.

I said twelve years people. Eeek!
And alright, this picture isn't the best quality either,
but my darling 7 year old took it for us today.

I wrote about our first date here,
in case you're curious to how this whole thing started.
Sometimes I can't believe how much time has gone by.
Here we are in the thick of things.
We are raising four kids who are getting bigger and bigger all the time.
We are working hard to provide for them and are so busy with everyday things.

Love isn't rootbeer and roses anymore.

It's a gentle touch on the hand.
It's a hand full of wild flowers picked at the last minute.
It's staying up late with a sick child so someone else can sleep.
It's not buying new shoes so someone else can buy new shoes.
It's forgiveness and compromise.
It's laughing with Bob Hope.
It's encouraging again and again.
It's kindness even when it's tough to be kind.
It's talking for hours about a book that we read together
or a show that we saw together.
It's supporting one another in church callings.
It's praying for each other and with each other.

All these little acts of love speak louder to me than anything else could.
I love being married.
I love who I am married to.
I am the luckiest girl in the world.