Twelve and a half years ago, I started dating the man that would eventually become my husband. Long-ish hair, Metallica shirts, and combat boots and I was hooked.
Three years after that, we were engaged at Navy Pier – on top of the world – in the Ferris Wheel.
One and a half years later, we said, “I do!” and vowed to love one another through thick and thin.
Three years in, we bought our first home together.
Five and a half years into wedded bliss, we welcomed Charlie – the oldest of our crew.
Almost two years into raising him, we said hello to his little brother, Jack.
One law degree, a few job transitions and promotions, two kids, three miscarriages, a ten-year reunion, three real vacations, two new-ish cars, solo trips to New York and Maryland, embarking on a Masters at Northwestern (not me!), and approaching the big 3-0 (both of us!), we have made it eight years.
I am so thankful for this man who loves my kids to the depths of their beings and allows me to be the individual that I am – supporting me along the way.
Looking forward to our best year yet – I still say, “I do!”
Much love to you, my darling!