Happy Anniversary to Us!

Three years ago today, Tim and I were just learning that it was too windy outside to have our planned outdoor Charleston beach wedding...that was set to go down in four hours!  The wind was so bad that it whipped up the sand against your skin, literally burning you.  I should have known.  My best friend, who lived in Charleston, warned me.  I think her exact words were, "Are you nuts?!  You can't have a beach wedding in March!  There are always gale force winds in Charleston in March!"  I guess I was nuts because I thought, meh, it won't happen to us.  The weather will be beautiful and everything will work out perfectly.  Because that's what happens on your wedding day, right?  

We ran around like chickens with our heads cut off for a few hours, secured a new location and honestly, I'm happy it happened like it did.  It makes for a fun story.  We planned a new wedding in four hours!  That's cool, right?  And it was beautiful and perfect and the stuff dreams are made of.  Happy anniversary to the most amazing man walking this planet!  In honor of this day, I'm feeling sappy and sentimental and have decided to put together this little blog post.  

I met Tim in 2005.  We had six great months together. 

 

And then we broke up.  I wasn't in a good place in my life.  It's a long, long story, but we parted ways for about six months before I pursued the heck out of him all over again (yes, I was the pursuer the first time, too).  Then we got back together and things were perfect.  

 

And then we got engaged!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  December 31, 2007, to be exact.

And then our crazy, awesome, perfect wedding day on March 8, 2008.

 

I bawled like a baby when I saw Tim.

 

 

We found out Ben was on his way the very next month.  Since then, in three short years, we have:

Had a baby.

Bought our first home, moving to Kansas City.

Tim started his own business.

Then we had another baby.

It's crazy how much life can change.  It really does happen in the blink of an eye. 

One thing that will never, ever change is my love for my husband.  Sure, I gripe.  I complain about stupid little things.  I probably even...nag.  Gulp.  And let's be real.  It's not like we don't fight or feel fed-up.  We're human.  But this man, this man that I pledged my life to, he's incredible.  He has this silly, goofy, adorable smile on his face all the time.

 

Even during a monster contraction!

He loves to vacuum.  How awesome is that?!  I probably would have married him on that knowledge alone.

He wears our babies.  There is something so beautiful about seeing a man wear his child. 

 

He wears 'em even when they clearly don't want to be worn.  Then it's not so much beautiful as hilarious.  And it makes for a great picture.

And I love him because he's not afraid, at 31 years old, to put boobs on snowmen and laugh about it like a fourth grader.

But probably the thing that stands out the most; the thing that makes me fall harder and deeper in love every single day, is the type of father this man is.  Amazing?  Incredible?  Nope, those words don't do it justice.  There isn't a word to describe the type of father he is.  Our kids are so incredibly lucky.

And I love him because he gave me the two most beautiful children in the world.  Well, in our opinion.  :)

I love ya, babe.  Here's to the rest of our life together!  It'll just keep getting better!