Saturday was our 11th anniversary. We didn't have access to a babysitter on Sat, but our friends down the street were willing to watch the boys for us on Thursday.
So, we celebrated early!
There is a place down the street that has the most delectable fried pickles. I don't eat a lot of fried food, but those pickles are totally worth it! We sat and ate in peace, talked about everything from politics to college memories, and tried to remember where we were on Thursday, 11 years ago. It was two days before the wedding and the countdown was on. Several of the out of town guests had come already. I can promise you that my mom was in a panic.
We had totally different memories. Amazing, the things that stuck out in his mind and the ones that were important to me. Although, I don't know that any of the memories he shared were really "important" to him. Just random facts that he remembered!
I was 22. He was still 21.
So many people would call that too young. But look at us now!
I don't regret one minute. Not even the hard ones.
The boys and I.
Andy "Bond" and my sisters
Truly, this is a miraculous shot. In Rome today you would never find a pause in traffic. But 11 years ago it was quieter. Andy Andy wanted it bad enough to wait.
This is probably my favorite picture. Isn't he just precious?
He isn't precious any more. He is handsome and protective. Honorable and dependable. Faithful and considerate. An amazing husband, father, follower of God and leader of his troops.
But precious I think he might have outgrown!
What he will never outgrow, (or escape) is my undying love for him.
He is my best friend and the holder of my heart.
I love you Andrew Ian.