3 Looong, but short years.

Today marks the day that I dragged him down the aisle screaming and kicking married my best bud Mr. T. It has been three years since I made the best decision I have ever made in my life and married my hot, Texas man. We slept more than, ate better, drank more and were a lot more careless. We didn't have the responsibilities that we do now, but those "responsibilities" have made my life complete. A lot has happened in our marriage in three years (including a surprise pregnancy, the baby planning chaos, the baby chaos, toddler life and now growing our family MORE with an adoption journey) but those three years have flown by. I don't know how I did life without Mr. T in it and I am so thankful that I found someone stubborn enough to handle my stubbornness.

Our three years together have been amazing. I love having a partner in life that is strong enough to ride this roller coaster in life together and enjoy every part of the ride (of course I am speaking metaphorically though...Mr. T. HATES roller coasters).  

 Three years ago we were sitting on the beach, relaxing without a care in the world. This year we are going to spend our time at an adoption conference and running a marathon which is quite a change from the beaches of Mexico, but I wouldn't change it for anything. Three years ago, I would never have thought this is where we would be in our life but God has a good sense of humor. He knew we didn't have these specific plans for our life,but His plan is so much better than ours.

Happy Anniversary Mr. T! Here's to many, many more.
You are so lucky you married me...