Seven years. We've been married for seven whole years. That's a long damned time! We've sure had our share of ups and downs. Let's see....
We got married:
My dress made me look hip-y. Do you think my dress made me look hip-y? I think my dress made me look hip-y.
At any rate, we got married in July 2002.
In October of 2002, one of my closest friends got married to the man she's loved since High School. And I was too big of an ass to attend her wedding. It's something I'll regret for the rest of my life.
In April of 2003, we lost Eric's father to cancer.
He was a wonderful man, and he's still missed today.
Also in April of 2003, my Mom and Mike got married.
And in June, we found out that we were expecting our first baby. Peyton was born in February, 2004.
At the end of March, 2004 Eric's oldest brother Cary got married in Las Vegas. On the way home in April, I rolled our van.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt!
Things were on a pretty even keel until February 2008 when...
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Our little Charlotte was born on September 18, 2008.
Just six days later, her cousin Ethan made his appearance!
Oh--and in April, 2009, I pulled my head out of my ass and apologized to Claudia. ;)
In between these noteworthy events, there have been fights, make-ups, happy times and cranky times. There have been times when we doubted what we were to each other, and times when we doubted if there would even be an "us" to hit our seven year anniversary. Despite all of these things (and in part, because of them) we survived! We made it through, and though the surface of our relationship might have some pits and divots, it's intact.
I asked Eric tonight if he'd marry me again if he knew the resulting seven years would be as difficult as they had been at times. And without hesitation, he said yes.
He didn't ask me if I'd marry him over again, but maybe he was afraid of my answer. So, here, for the entire internet to read if they choose, and on Facebook where I've put it in my status, my answer is yes. I would absolutely marry you again, over and over again. Even though we're both moody as heck and both bring our share of drama, I'd marry you again in a heartbeat, Eric. At the end of my life, I plan to look back at all of my collected memories of our time together from a rocking chair on a front porch while our great grandkids play in the yard in front of us. I can't imagine another man I would want to spend my life with, and I know there's nobody who gets me as much as you do.
Because, you see, seven years ago today I married my best friend.
Happy Anniversary, Eric. I love you!
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Happy anniversary! :)
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