Last Sunday marked twelve years of marriage...
Twelve years since I donned a dress and veil and walked down the aisle as a bride. Twelve years of saying "I do" over and over. Twelve years of being this guy's girl. Twelve years of love.
It's been a crazy twelve years with lots of twists and turns. But I am learning all good stories read that way. And I believe we are writing a good story.
It's far from perfect but that's kind of what makes it good. Like this picture that Sarah is photo bombing. It is not perfect but oh so real life.
It's crazy how I love this man more and more every year. The struggles and triumphs over the last decade have tested our love and have made it stronger. I really cannot imagine any one else I would want to do life with or raise these crazy kids with.
Our anniversary fell on a weekend that Mark had double header weddings which didn't leave much time for celebrating. Sunday morning Mark had a few hours before he had to leave for his second wedding. We drank coffee on the porch and looked through old photo albums laughing at how much we looked like babies on our wedding day (we must be getting old!) We talked about how much life has changed and hopes for the future.
As we looked through the pictures I had the random idea to put on my dress, which just hangs in my closet, and take some pictures with the kids. The result is messy, chaotic pictures of just that... me in my wedding dress with the kids. It's not pinterest worthy but real life and perhaps a new tradition.
Everyone was doing everything but looking at the camera and smiling. But this might be one of my favorites.
Dressed in white twelve years ago I would have never imagined all of this. Some days it feels crazy but recently I was reminded that this is exactly what I had hoped for. I was talking to some one about what they wanted to be when they grew up. I stopped to answer the question for myself and already knew the answer. I had some fleeting career aspirations like being a teacher and artist or writer but I always wanted to be a mom and wife. Sometimes in the craziness I can forgot that I am exactly where I always wanted to be and for that I am grateful.
Twelve years, 9 moves, 5 kids, 5 babies in heaven and lots of other twists and turns have added some wrinkles and stretch marks along with some character, wisdom and beauty too. I am continuing to learn to give myself grace and not be my own worst critic.
We did eventually get to do a little celebrating with a motorcycle ride through Chester county and an evening out. I like being this guy's date!
Happy Anniversary Mark! Here's to our perfectly imperfect lives and the love we have for each other. I pray we can celebrate many more years together until we are old and gray! :)
"Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another."