Today marks 12 years of marriage for Brett and I. I wouldn’t even know where to start so here are a few things that make me smile when thinking of our years together:
* The long late night phone calls where I fell in love with his deep outbursts of laughter long before I saw his face for the first time.
* Leaning on him at the airport just before we had to say goodbye for the first time.
* Hearing, “I love you” for the first time and feeling relief that it wasn’t just me feeling it.
* Moving our wedding date up three times because we couldn’t stand to be apart.
* Late night walks in the rain from our Capitol Hill apartment to downtown Seattle to get hot chocolate.
* Making out in the hotel pools when I was able to tag along on business trips. Sorry parents of kids in the shallow end. I was a newlywed and didn’t really notice there were other people around.
* Him wiping the bird poop off my head with his shirt. That is devotion.
* Eating McDonalds on the floor of our first house because we didn’t own a table.
* The crooked grin and dazed look on his face when I told him he was going to be a daddy.
* Him cleaning up all of the accidents our puppy had because I was pregnant and sick.
* The admiring looks he gave me after giving birth to our babies.
* Him holding each our our babies for the first time.
* The understanding, support, and encouragement I got when breastfeeding wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.
* The long commute and hours at work so that I could stay home with our children.
* Him driving to work in the old Volvo, whose wiper was held in place by a bungee chord and duct tape and had no heater, so that I could have the good car “just in case” I wanted to get out of the house.
* All the jokes that I didn’t realize were jokes at the time, but found myself laughing at days later.
* All the many many foot rubs. (and the many more to come!)
* Holding hands across the table during a rare meal without children.
* The replacement sunglasses I found in my desk drawer after losing my very expensive first pair. Totally undeserved, but completely appreciated.
* Him blessing and praying for our children when they are sick or struggling.
* The shared love of music.
* Being told how pretty he thinks I am, even when I haven’t had time for a shower that day.
* Him telling me he loves my body, even when I still have evidence of pregnancy wrapped around my middle.
* All the kid puke he has cleaned up because I gag at the thought of it.
* All the late night chats hours after we have laid down to go to sleep.
* The laughter, the tears, the love, the pain, the commonalities, the differences, the humor, the growth, the tenderness, the sacrifice, the spark, and all that is yet to come.
Posted on March 14th, 2009 by whim
Filed under: Personal