year three

Yesterday was a happy day and I completely forgot to post this on the proper day- but should that surprise you? Probably not. Three years ago  I walked down the isle in my way too expensive gown and said ‘i do’. I really thought about making this post a sweet and romantic type of post. But truth is we really aren’t the uber romantic type so I’m just gonna keep it real, and possibly funny. You know how I sometimes write letters to L? Well the only one I’ve somewhat written to Luke is what had been dubbed the will post by some of you, so let’s change that tonight.  And this is a complete photo dump so enjoy!

Dear Luke,

Well we’ve made it, 3 years of marriage down! WOO-HOO!! If someone would have told me in 7th grade that the high school boy I had a crush on during track practice would someday be my husband, I would have probably have gotten super excited  I would have called them crazy. But as you know, I did tell the girls that I wanted to marry you. And you were definitely on my MASH games. I’m pretty sure we were suppose to live in a shack, not shack up with the parents. But hey maybe our next place will be the shack (since we’ve already had the house). I think it’s a good thing you don’t remember the 3 girls that followed you around the track then, but I’m sure we annoyed the heck out of you. Who would have thought that 5 years later you would finally take notice in me and wonder who I was. And then if someone would have told me that next year that you would intentionally come into the hardware store I looked at because of “the hot girl at Westlake’  (I love hearing your friends tell that story) I never would have paid attention to you- I mean sure I knew who you were but I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend at that time. But as you and I know the Lord (and Lee) were up above trying to play matchmaker. So thank you Myspace for giving me the courage to send you a friend request and a message soon after.

I am sitting here trying to remember some fun things that we have done. And well trying to look back through almost 7 years of memories is kinda tough to do, at least for me.

Thank you for letting me sleep in on Saturdays while you and L have boy time, and for doing such a great job of picking my meals out when we go to a new restaurant, for no longer sleep walking so I don’t have to wake up at 2am with someone standing over me- so scary and not looking forward to it all over again when we move, or stay the night somewhere else. Thank you for letting me talk you into that house that you refused to look at and allowing me to show you my love for renovations and tearing down walls, for letting me spend lots of money at goodwill when we were trying to decorate on the cheap and trusting I would make it look better with paint, and then for finishing my projects when I got bored with them.  For letting me ‘win’ on the kitchen renovation debate, and admitting that I was right, buying me many bags of peanut butter m&m’s and being a short order chef/hold my hair/house husband while I was sick in bed during 10 months of pregnancy. And most importantly thank you for being such an amazing dad.

Happy Anniversary !

Nic