A hop, skip and a year shy of a decade

I won't be winning wife of the year any time soon, seeing as I'm a week late with this post.  I didn't even acknowledge it the day it happened.  There was no card or special dinner, or other indication that I knew it was taking place.

But it's important to acknowledge just the same.

Because 9 years and a week ago, I met the man who would become the love of my life.

Although things aren't as glamorous around here as they once were - what with the handling of other people's bodily functions, the fact that I forget big anniversaries or that I tried and failed to find a recent photo of just the two of us that doesn't also involve most of Casey's arm, and the fact that until last week, it had been over a year since we'd seen a movie in a theatre - but without question I'm happier now that I would ever have imagined possible.

And I'll go ahead and admit it: part of my New Year's resolution is to make a greater effort in our marriage.  We're going to try for date night once a month; something that hasn't exactly happened regularly since Leah was born. 

Yes, I'm part of a very special love story.  The kind of love story every young girl should dream of.  It's a love story that deserves to be treasured and protected, because I'm lucky enough to know every day that that's what my husband does for me. 

Happy 9 years to my best friend and the love of my life.