|September 21, 1996|
16 Years ago, in the pouring rain, we are talking Noah and the Ark kind of rain, the kind that leaks right through the church roof rain; I took Mark to be my husband and he took me to be his wife. Months of finding the right dress and head piece, the guys getting fitted into tuxes, flower and cake choices and on and on, we thought we were all ready to start our life together. Looking back, the only ideas we stayed on track with was loving each other. 16 years ago, we had our future planned out. Then came life, you know, jobs, bills, house buying, babies and our own growing up. Apparently you don't know everything in your early twenties, who knew. Over the years, we've learned to give and take and we have learned to hang on to each other because this life road we are on can be very bumpy.
I am so glad Mark is who he is, I think we even each other out. I loved who he was and I love who he is now and I know he feels the same. I love the father he is to our children, taking the time to teach them the things he knows. He still makes my heart skip a beat when I see him working with the boys or having a tea party with our daughter. I am humbled at his work ethic and how much he does so I can be home with our kids. I love his determination when he wants to do something, like how he went back to finish college despite working a full time job and having us at home. I still love it when he sits down beside me and slips his arm around me just as much as the first time he slipped his arm around me when we were dating. I love that he doesn't worry what people say or think, I could take a lesson in that. I love that on him, camo and flannel go together.