Eleven Years Later

Today is our eleven year anniversary.

Can you believe it? Eleven years. I remember just meeting the guy. It feels like it was just yesterday he was being fitted for tuxes and I was picking out flowers. Eleven years goes by in a blink.

I love being married to him. LOVE it. We truly belong together. I don't know of anyone who would have put up with my quirks and faults the way my sweet husband does or anyone who fosters independence and supports me in my ambitions or goals the way he does.

I love the life we have built together. The children we have made, the love and respect we have for each other.

Granted, things aren't always perfect. I yell too much, he can be nitpicky. But the great thing is we can deal with them and move past them. Our faults and weakness are part of what make us work.

Jeremy is my rock. He is my best friend. He is the person I can tell all of my problems, my secrets, my desires, my hopes and dreams to. He is the most influential person in my life.

We have your typical Mormon story. We met in a "Preparing for a Celestial Marriage" class at our Institute of Religion in college. We had a whirlwind romance. I wouldn't have it any other way. We were young and we joke around that we grew up together. We have weathered our share of storms and our share of calms. I feel like we have moved mountains together.

Happy Anniversary Honey! Here is to 11x11 more years together!