Anniversary

Eight years ago today, on a cold, February evening with candles lit in the sanctuary and snow softly falling outside, I walked down the aisle of the Kemper Center and exchanged marriage vows with Superdad.

So much has happened since that perfect evening that, in some ways, it is difficult to believe it isn't our eighteenth anniversary, instead of only our eighth. The past eight years have been eventful (three children, law school, changing careers, moving and the death of a parent is a lot of jam into such a short amount of time) but they've been all the more meaningful and enjoyable with Joe by my side.

Happy Anniversary, Sweetie!

UPDATE: Poor Superdad gets a measly, mushy blog post as his anniversary present and I just received these from him:


Clearly Joe is getting a raw deal because the flowers are gorgeous!