Twelve Years?

I have now been married for 12 years. Twelve! That's THREE of highschool, which definitely seemed to have taken longer than my marriage has. Well, I'll just say that I'm one lucky lady. I am so grateful to have met Troy and had the good fortune to convince him to fall for me and stick with me for all of these years. Back in my youth I used to try to imagine being married and all I could think was that it would be fun for a while and then it would just have to get a little boring. The SAME person, year after year? Well, little younger-self, you were wrong. The longer I'm married to Troy the more I love him. The more I learn about life, the more grateful I am to have him. I had a conversation with someone over the summer whom I knew in college. She isn't yet married and has a very prestigious career, which we talked about for a while. She's great. But then she asked me what I was up to, and I said I was a stay home mom and wife, and she kind of just said, "Huh." I felt a little dumb, but then I realized that there just weren't the words or time to describe the path that I'm on, the things I'm learning, the happy life I'm living. I wouldn't trade it for a single thing.

Troy and I spent our anniversary out to dinner with some much-loved friends whom we don't see nearly enough but whom we think of often. It was a lovely snowy evening, we enjoyed a little Indian Food but mostly the conversation and company. Love to you, Durhams, Jacobsens, Stewarts, Andersons and Larsens. Missed many more of you! Here's a not-so-great photo of the group: (our camera didn't like the lighting and we were rushing to get a photo snapped.)