12 years...

It's been 12 years since we met at the alter and said oh yeah! I have a different love now than I did that February day. It's much, much, deeper, it's more complicated, it's oh so real. I am quirky and at times can be a little spunky he loves me for that. He can be eccentric, stubborn and logical I love him for that. We have our differences, but I know this is what keeps our relationship interesting.
I feel like we are entering a new era of our life and am actually a little nervous about it. What if's are floating around in my head, hopes, what should my realistic expectations be for the future? I do know I have one thing that I always gravitate to and that's is The Artist is my best friend, my love he is my rock in the storm. I know that when things get tough we are in it together.

We've weathered through a lot of storms in our 12 years of marriage...infertility, depression, surgeries, loss of jobs, major moves, deaths in the family, pain, school, adoption, and always we are holding to each other planning on ways to get through things and become better.

I love us and am grateful for our trials and thankful for our happy times. Here's to many, many,many more years together.