today marks 21 years of wedded bliss.
you'd think that 21 years might feel like a long time coming, but you'd be wrong. i'm amazed at how a husband, 4 kids, a mortgage, a plethora of dogs, not to mention the intricate, and somewhat delicate details of daily living, can make 21 years whip by. seemingly, in less time than it takes to yell at the kids to stop fighting, and help with the dishes. the past 20 years or so are filled with so many memories - some i remember all too well - others have become a little more faded and distant than i would have hoped. it hasn't always been happiness and harmony, but with hindsight being what it is, i can honestly say, that for all of it, i am grateful.
being more the traditionalist, when steven actually "popped the question", back in the day, he did the formal sharon-will-you-marry-me thing. my response was...well...a little less traditional...and as it turns out, surprisingly indicative of how our marriage would proceed. instead of the traditional and time honored "yes!", my answer was more along the lines of "sure...". and while to some, my response might sound like i was a little unsure, i've never been more sure of anything in my life. i am absolutely sure that the life i've been blessed with over the past two decades is the one i was born to live. so in honor of the past 21 years, and the husband who makes them all possible, here are 21 things that i love about being married to steven; things that reassure me daily to keep following my instincts...
- the sound of his voice; i love how he says my name, and tells me he loves me. and although steve's not really a singer, the kids loved it when they were little, and he'd sing nonsense songs to them, making up the words as he went along.
- his sense of humor....even if sometimes he's the only one that gets it. or even appreciates it.
- the pitter-patter of his feet on the kitchen tile as he busies himself, getting ready for work in the morning. very busy...lots of pitter-patter.
- the gentle way he reminds me to come up to bed...sometime. please.
- the warmth of his body when i finally crawl into bed at 2am, freezing from falling asleep on the couch.
- getting the giggles with him at 2 in the morning over who knows what.
- when something really tickles his funny bone and he goes into his "muttly" laugh, and just can't stop himself...(he sounds like the dog from the wacky races cartoon series - from way back in the day)
- his quick and simple...love you wife...texted randomly in the middle of my day.
- caitlin
- connor
- madeline
- liam
- i love how he loves our kids, how he will let them get away anything. with the exception of the things that really matter.
- his willingness to be instructed by madeline in yoga poses...and his valiant efforts to execute them.
- his work ethic; the way he unselfishly works an off duty job after having already put in a 10 hour shift, so that our family is well provided for.
- his understanding that as much as life depends on the pursuit of money, sometimes life has to be about more than just money.
- the way he honors his priesthood, and his ablility and worthiness to provide our family with the blessings it offers.
- the way that he says kindly, "i've got this. why don't you go take a bath," when he can see, and hear, that i am a little on edge. especially because, what he really wants to say is, "go to your room. come back when you can be nice to everybody. especially me!"
- i love that he loves me.
- i love that i know he loves me.
- i love that eternity will be so much better because i get to share it with him. one life time just isn't enough.
happy anniversary hon,
i love you...
