Nine Years

Nine years ago, I said yes to a crazy guy who thought we'd have a great life together. Boy, was he wrong!!! Kidding, of course. We have a really great life together. I've been reflecting more than I ever have before. We were teasing the other night about what we lovingly call "the single years," as in, the years before kids. Brandon called them the good years the other day, and while it was different, it definitely wasn't better. Yes, we could go out to eat whenever we wanted, we slept through church once, we slept all night every night, but there is a depth to our relationship now there wasn't before.

The good and the bad, ups and downs, laughter and tears, have made us get to know each other. Even the ugly parts that only your parents know about, and maybe not even them. Those are the things that have kept us together.

Sometimes it feels like it has been a long, winding road, and then other days it feels like last week I was curling my hair to pick him up from the airport the day he got home from his mission. I'm so glad I still get that excited feeling when he comes home. I love my husband more than I could have ever thought possible, and I can't imagine our life will get better, but somehow I know it will.

And we lived happily ever after.