7 Year Anniversary

Can't believe I've had this sweet hunk of love for 7 whole years.

 I had a blast going through our engagement photos recently.

It's fun to remember the excitement of it all; those icy-blue eyes, that half smile that meant he was really excited and trying not to show it, late night talks and plenty of snuggling and kissing.  I liked how he looked at me.  I liked his scruffy face and how his shaggy hair curled at the ends.  I liked him because he was gorgeous and so much smarter than me ... and there was just that something else I couldn't put a finger on.

It felt right.

From the beginning, he felt like home to me.

 

 It was like he always liked me, whoever I became or whatever I did.  With Mark I had room to grow and room to be me.

And he expected the same in return.

I like that.

"Please stop kissing me in front of these camera people."

"Oh my word, if I have to smile for one more picture I'm going to break something.  Or someone."

From the day we met to the day we got married was just a couple weeks shy of a year.  I was a baby in so many ways; twenty years old, full of ideas and no way to make them happen.  But I knew that all those grand ideas of mine would be better with him, or not at all.

Best choice I ever made.

And now, seven years later, I have come to understand more and more of that "something I couldn't quite put my finger on".  He is hard working, persistant, caring, observant, truly humble, and completely dedicated to his family.  Seeing him become a father has made everything more.  More love, more frustration, more excitement and more fear.

We haven't been perfect, but it's sure been a good ride.  I've especially enjoyed learning about working-man-Mark; I've known student-Mark for so long ... this new version has been a lot of fun.

For example ... our anniversaries have been sweet and simple the past six years, which is nice ...

But I really liked year seven.

We went out to dinner and "Wicked".

So glad I married this guy.

He is my favorite thing.