Twelve years ago today, my husband and I were married. Although my father tried to warn him, I am pretty sure he had no idea what he was really getting into. You see, I am no ordinary girl. We began life together by living in a one bedroom apartment with green shag carpet. I made the most of it and hung a disco ball in the living room, then I made my own tie dye curtains and pillows to match. Yep, that's how it's done.
I was still in college, working on a degree in Biblical Studies, when I began my journey of random businesses. I started and stopped about a dozen different jobs and spent quite a bit of our money on my 'great ideas.' I think we might still be paying for some of those...
He is laid back, calm and easy going. I am none of those things. In fact, I'm pretty sure I suffer from some kind of undiscovered disorder closely related to crazy but the doctors are still out on that. I've always assumed all the issues he has had with me were made up in his head...until I started working in an office and they were confirmed by my co-workers. Don't tell him that though.
Today, we make sno-cones for our kids birthdays. Yep, that's a hidden talent.
We also like to run together. Well, ok, not really. He runs and I take pictures of him running.
The point is, we are still here. It has not always been easy as life is not nearly as easy as I once thought it was. Marriage takes more work than any job I have ever had or business I have started but it is worth it. Sometimes we live on the crazy train but at least we are on there together.
Happy anniversary to my husband. I love you.