Thirteen years ago today, Brandon and I were married! It's true. It's been 13 whole years!
(January, 16th, 1999; Idaho Falls LDS Temple)
I've written a lot over the years on this here ol' blog about our wedding date, so I won't be doing that today. If you would like to read about the wedding, though, please go here (this one tells a cute story at the end about our wedding luncheon), here (this one tells the whole wedding story --pretty much), here (tells about our 10 year anniversary --we were in London! A dream come true for me!), here, and here.
Instead, I'm thinking about lists. I'm a list-maker (and a list-hater; how's that for irony?) and I enjoy making lists in my mind. Like bullet points or something. In fact, I made a small one last year. Huh. Oh, well.
In thirteen years, Brandon and I have:
*moved 8 times
*received 3 degrees (1 Bachelors each, 1 Master's for Brandon)
*served in over 32 callings in our Church
*had six children and two miscarriages (disregard the fact that baby #6 won't arrive until next month, because even if the most horrific of horrific happens, he's still ours forever!)
*owned 5 vehicles and 1 house
*gone through 16 jobs (counting our jobs while in college)
*traveled to at least 11 countries (not always together, though)
*received 3 speeding tickets (I think. If it's more, they're his! I've only gotten one. In my life! --knock on wood)
*lost 90 pounds together (disregard the gaining back of some of it, okay?)
*have had innumerable moments of laughter, anger, joy, frustration, loneliness, fatigue, arguments, dates, temple trips, kisses, biting-of-the-tongues, contradictions, compromises, and hand-holdings. Not to mention peace and contentment.
Marriage is not easy, but it is wonderful. I feel very blessed to have Brandon in my life and I love him with all of my heart!
(Outside Buckingham Palace on our 10th wedding anniversary)
(Brandon's graduation ceremony in Philadelphia, PA last May)
(BYU Basketball game a few months ago)
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.