Eight years ago my life changed.
Eight years ago I walked down the isle in a pretty white dress and said I DO to a handsome, tall, rough-around-the edges guy with the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen.
Eight years ago, I left the umbrella of my parents and clung to a man who I vowed to spend the rest of my life with.
Eight years ago, I made a spiritual covenant with a man to love, cherish, and remain faithful him until the day that death comes to one or both of us.
In the passing of these past eight years, we:
Bought a home.
Had a child.
Experienced the first child commit her life to loving Jesus.
And then be baptized, professing her faith openly.
We have also watched our youngest grow in leaps in bounds.
Crawl, walk and run in just a few short months.
And become the best of friends with her big sissy.In this year, our eighth year of marriage, we have a family of beautiful girls and a marriage that has experienced a lot of love.
Looking back, I cannot express the gratitude I have for all the blessings God has poured out on us. I have the best family, and my cup runs over.
So, Happy 8th Anniversary, my love. I can’t wait to spend the next many goofy years with you. You rock!