It just keeps getting better

Hey husband,

I’m not sure what it is that makes someone more attractive every day of the year. I also don’t know how it’s possible that one could fall MORE in love with someone each day. Time is a weird thing. Life is a weird thing, too, I guess. It still doesn’t make sense to me, even though it’s been my reality for eight years now.

Eight years ago, we were the first of our friends to get married. We really didn’t have any idea what we were doing. It wouldn’t have mattered if we had waited another 5 or 10 years, because I don’t think you EVER have a clue what you’re getting into when you get married. We were young and totally in love and now we’re 8 years older and totally more in love. It’s ridiculous and it’s sappy and I’m okay with both of those things.

Eight years ago, Facebook wasn’t very popular. It certainly wasn’t available to just anyone (I’m pretty sure of my stats…) and I had not jumped on board yet. It’s amazing that our engagement and marriage were legit, because they never became “Facebook official.”

Eight years (and a few months) ago, I sat on my living floor surrounded by HUNDREDS of proofs as I chose the pictures for my wedding album. They were not digital, folks. I have no digital copies of my wedding pictures, other than a few candid snapshots that friends took for us (ie: the photo in this post). That really makes us sound ancient, JonGreenhill. We are not. We are not.

Eight years ago, I had no idea that we’d be even happier now than we were that day. Or that two sweet toddlers would be racing around the house, having turned us into a family of four.

But eight years ago, I did know that marrying you would be one of the smartest choices I’d ever make in my lifetime.

Eight years ago, I did know that you would always be my number one fan.

Eight years ago, I did know that you would be a rock star dad.

Eight years ago, I did know that I wanted to spend forever with my best friend.

Happy Anniversary, mister. You really are just the best.