Reposted each year because I want to remember:
He kept insisting that we go for a walk. In February. In the cold. In the mud. I’m not much for cold. I’m not much for mud. So, I was less than enthusiastic. I feel awful about it, now.
We walked along and talked. I looked out across Big Cedar Creek towards the mountains and when I turned back to him, he was on his knee, in the mud, pulling a ring out of his pocket. “Will you marry me?” Oh, yes!
Engaged February 10, 1996. Married August 10, 1996.
We’ve had joy and happiness. Been blessed beyond measure. Laughter and love. Lots of love.
We’ve also had sadness and hurt. Trials and difficulties.
We’ve had bill paying, diaper changes, bathroom scrubbing, career changes, furniture moving, potty training, homeschooling, and teenagers.
We’ve had disagreements. Even fights.
Seven pregnancies. Six babies. Rocking, holding, hugging, and loving. Worrying.
Through it all, I love him more. So much more than that muddy knee day.