Happy Anniversary

When I met my husband, I was 22, so I can't claim to have been a kid. But I was very naive.I had only started to sow the few wild oats I had about 5 months before I met him. He was the first man who had ever made me feel smart and beautiful and worth something - and who I felt the same way about. I fell in love with him in 2 months and then spent another 4 years, through good and bad and all the stupid stuff in between, waiting for him to decided that not only did he love me but that he wanted to make our relationship "official".

That sounds bad. I've never questioned his love for me. Even during our worst fights, I never questioned it. What I questioned was his patience for me and mine for him. There is no lack of love - but patience sometimes runs so thin it's see-through and brittle as spun sugar.

Eight years ago today, we decided love would get us through when patience might not. My wedding is the 3rd happiest day of my life (behind the boys births), but it was absolutely the most fun. My favorite memory is when I walked up the steps to the gazebo where we were married - already crying - and Todd took my hand and told me "It's okay. I love you."

Happy Anniversary Todd. We don't always see eye to eye and our patience runs thin and our styles may be different, but it's okay. We're good goats.