We were 21 and 22 when we got married. So basically we knew nothing. I just knew that I really wanted to be married...I was tired of being parted by night and wanted all of my moments to be our moments.
I was obsessed with Shawn (ask college friends about my "Shawn shrine") and with the notion of marriage. And while we were pretty prayed up about the wedding, about the seriousness of exchanging vows, we still had our fair share of struggles the first couple of years...with the typical differences of opinion still causing a tiff every now and then. Having met in junior high, we grew up together. It's hard to remember a time in my life when Shawn wasn't there. There is comfort and stability and strength and power and unfaltering in that tight of a bond.
I still get jealous. He works with beautiful women so I have to make an appearance sometimes. Ha. Even though I'm not very confident and am a little overweight I still gotta mark my territory!
What most drew me to Shawn, way back in middle school, was his likeability and creativity, both qualities that he still possesses. He has a warmth about him and I can trust him with the most absurd thoughts, silliest dreams...I know that he delights in me and genuinely wants to be with me.
We attended a wedding out of town this weekend; we chose not to take the kids (thank you in-laws for going above and beyond!) so it could be about us and our anniversary, too.
We had a ball shopping, eating at fun places, doing photo booth at the wedding, watching HGTV and the History Channel, sleeping in a bed we didn't make, not rolling out of it til 10:30a.m.
I tried some vintage hair out for him:
He liked it!
We dig Urban Outfitters...
Fab bedding...I coveted it a little.
I wanted the bunting, too. Too expensive. Gotta learn how to sew.
Baubles and do-dads.
Dresses that only skinny girls can wear. Liz, I thought of you.
Though the nights were muggy, the view was beautiful.
Shawn, I love everything about you. You are the pepto to my bismol.
Thank you for letting me stare at you during church. Sometimes I don't listen to the sermon. You are too big of a distraction. I love being close to you like that, all snuggled in. Happy Anniversary forever. ~your wifey