Hoping For 11 More

Eleven years of marriage. For some reason it seems a bigger deal to hit eleven, than it did to hit ten last year. I think I was suffering from baby brains, our youngest was four months old---it was all a blur.

A good marriage really is like a fine wine---as good as our first years were, these last few have been the best, and I have a hunch the next eleven will just keep getting better. I guess we are getting better at loving each other.

Here is a look, through pictures, at our relationship.

The Dating Years



This dance was our first "public" appearance as a couple.












Our first apartment. This was the beginning of our "selfish" no kids years!





Our youth work era.



I was so sore after this little spelunking trip.



I remember thinking that holidays were seeming a bit empty without kids...then came the first little boy.



We both hated and love our basement when we finally got it finished. I think we had some good fights over our remodel project....good because now we hardly fight at all. I think we got it all out---over drywall and plumbing.



Baby Number Two:











Yep, someone is missing from the family photo...someone refused to participate.