Eight Years

I am feeling quite nostalgic today.  It's our eighth wedding anniversary. 

All day I've been thinking about that day and especially the man I chose.  There are no other decisions that impact your life more deeply than who you marry.  Together we have created our life together.  Where he is, is my home. 

Out here in VA, it's not common to marry at a young age (as you would imagine), most wait until their late 20s or early 30s to make the commitment.  I was 21 when we were married and it is one decision I have never regretted.  Somehow, I found someone who is exactly what I need, even as all the years have past. 

Ok, so I'm getting mushy now. 

When I think back on all these years, my memory is flooded with so many good memories.  Simple ones like hanging in hammocks up Logan Canyon, or studying our Friday nights away when we were first married (ah, the college years).  I can't help but picture Heber in his yellow backpack walking through the SciTech Library at Utah State.  Some of our adventures together, being in Turkey together or trekking Machu Pichu in Peru, riding the trolley in San Francisco or walking on the beach in Outer Banks. 

I just don't know how I got so lucky.  Ok, ok, I'm done.  I'm allowed one mushy post a year, right?
 

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