Fourteen years ago today I married, Michael. I know. I know. You guys are sitting there counting on your fingers, doing the math and thinking "how is this possible? She's been married 14 years? She must have just been a baby!" Well, I wasn't technically a "baby", but I was only 10. Kidding. Plus 10. I live in Oklahoma, not Arkansas. Give me a little credit. (*hold up hands in defense* Totes kidding. I love Arkansas.)
I remember that day so vividly. There was the missing iron, and then the missing best man who was supposed to have went and found the said iron. I later found out that my mom and aunt dropped two cheese trays and salvaged the cheese cubes that were "on top", so if you ate cheese at my wedding reception, don't
worry...I'm pretty sure they followed the 5 second rule.
Thanks to one of my lovely servers, who was also the star goalie on our HS soccer team, my cake was saved from hitting the floor...well, some of the cake. It was a mess, but fortunately we got some nice pics, had more in the back, and got a free cake out of the deal.
Ah, yes...those are things that come to mind when I think back on one of the most important days of my life. More importantly, I think about the "dash" that is between 1998-2012...I think about the love that Michael and I share. I think about Isaiah and how I'm glad he's here. I think about the home that we've built. I mean, we technically built a home and did not get divorced. Although there were a few days that were touch and go. If you want to try your marriage, build a house...and live with your in-laws for 6 months while you're in the process. I will pitch a tent and pee in a can before I do that again. Our life may not be exactly the way we thought it would be this far down the road and every moment has not been perfect. There have been knock-down-drag-out fights and I threw a phone at Michael's head once. We are both "passionate" people...nice way to say bullheaded and stubborn. But I wouldn't have it any other way. There is not a trial or valley or mountain or even a little hill that I would take back. Each one has put us on a this path and kept us moving along life's journey. I'm just glad that I'm on this journey with Michael. Hopefully he doesn't read this, it'll go straight to his head.
If you're reading this Michael, I love you! I can't wait for the weekend!