Eight years....

For eight years I have been learning to be the help meet to an amazing man. Monday was our anniversary and we left the kids with the fam at the beach house and went off for the day, it was wonderful! We had so much fun! We had lunch, went fabric shopping, had dessert at Starbucks (where we fed little birds part of our blueberry scone), went shoe shopping, and then had dinner at a really good seafood restaurant....it was lovely.

I wanted to say something really pretty and profound about our life together but I just couldn't find those kinds of words. We still have so much fun together, I still get giddy when he calls and says he's on his way home, he still kisses me for no reason at all, I love the way he smells when he's been working hard all day, it's not fancy......but it's all I've ever wanted, and it's exactly what makes me happy.

It took me a couple of years in the beginning to learn how to be his wife, but even that was fun! I love being his help meet. I love that he provides for and takes care of me. He is the head of this house and I am so proud to be his wife.

I have had such a hard time the last couple of weeks. I have had a crying spell at least once a day, but he has been so sweet and understanding. He doesn't get frustrated at my inability to hide my feelings or get over this quickly. I love him... and I would be perfectly happy with eighty more years just like this.

(The fabric came from a little shop called Lacy's Quilt Studio. It was my first visit but I think I will be back next year! I even went back on our way home and bought more, I will show those later.)