Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Eight years ago today Stephen and I got hitched. This morning I am curled up on the couch with a warm mug of coffee and a tummy full of the special anniversary breakfast that my sweetheart made for us to share this morning, eggs and blue berry popovers. So good.
Last night I was thinking about my favorite moments throughout the last eight years. Which would I call the happiest day of my life. Leaving out all the large and little moments with our newest baby family members.. I tried to think about our wedding day .. was that truly the "happiest day of my life" as you often hear from married folk? I gotta say it's a no. Our wedding day was wonderful.. don't get me wrong. Still, the happiest day of my life (again.. before becoming a mommy) was occurred many years ago. I was wrestling through the crowd in the camp store to get the mail for my cabin.. had been through a pretty tough day and was so ready for a night off.. I grabbed our mail and turned to make my way back through the throngs of kids fighting to get their hands on something sweet enough to ruin their appetite for lunch...and I saw him.. Stephen's was standing in the doorway ... back from a day of canoeing and headed to get his own fistful of mail.. my heart leaped and I cried out his name without a thought in my head.. and I knew. He was the one for me. Has been ever since. Sigh. Ain't life grand?