Sunday, Sunday. Sharks. And Other Things.

We go to church most Sundays.  Church is three hours.  Three hours can be a long time.  Three hours can be a VERY long time with a restless toddler.  Stella is so great about sitting quietly, most of the time. She is five, so she certainly has her moments, but, generally speaking, she is well behaved.  I have often heard myself refer to Ruby as a handful, but, really, she just keeps us on our toes.  We are constantly on high alert with this little one.    She is very curious, and just likes to go, go, go.  The entirety of Sacrament meeting consists of Ruby climbing all over me and Glenn, occasionally taking breaks to flirt with the little old ladies sitting right behind us.  Oh, and once in a while she will really harass Stella.  Generally, Glenn and I can never keep a straight face through this last meeting.  I wonder what our little bench looks like to an outsider.
Stella, meanwhile is obsessed with sharks.  She recently got a shark book, and when she is not actively reading said book, she is comparing the sharks to try and figure out which shark has the most advantage in the water, or which one she would most like to be.  I remember when Stella really wanted to be a pink pony when she grew up.  Her best friend Jake wanted to be a police dog.  Those two were quite the pair.
It won't be long before I really miss these days, despite the seeming constant chaos, and serious lack of sleep.  Until then, I will eat up every minute of it.  These two are my loves.  They are my reason for getting up every day.  They remind me what it is to fall in love over and over again.  And they are proof that there is more to this life than a mere temporal existence.  They have their own individual, spectacular personalities, that I never thought I could love so very much.
This Friday Glenn and I will celebrate 10 years of marriage.  I married my very best friend.  I married the sweetest husband and father on the planet.  I love this man more than anything in the world.  I cannot imagine my life without him.  And I will always love him for giving me Stella and Ruby.

Happy 7th, Love!

First, a little nostalgia:

Remember how tired we were of taking engagement photos, so it became increasingly more difficult to look the part?

Aaawww... back when we looked more innocent:

I think we had these expressions for the first few years we were married:

Wow. Seven lucky years. Seven very blessed years. Seven unpredictable, silly, and very fun years. Seven years of learning. Seven years of wonderful, never forget, unbelievably happy moments of my life. Remember how we used to see who could get home from work first, so we could scare the pants off the other as they walked through the door? I love our spur of the moment road trips, and playing chess in the park. I love our ongoing game of Uno, and how each of us would talk such trash, no matter how bad we were losing. I love whispered conversations at two in the morning, as we lie in bed, even before we had Stella (why did we need to whisper back then?). I love your bed head and scruffy face that always accompany those beautiful sleepy eyes every morning. Thank you, Babe, for always making me feel like the luckiest girl around because I have you to come home to. Thank you for blessing me with the sweetest little girl a mom could ask for, and thank you for making me feel like I can conquer the world and accomplish anything I dream of, knowing you will support me every step of the way.

I love you with every piece of my heart. Xoxxx.

Love you baby.....

When Tammy started this blog she urged me to make some posts when ever I feel. writing blogs are not really my thing, but I do have couple that I keep an eye on so that I can keep up with friends. This is going to be a bit of a surprise to Tam. I don't think she knows I keep up with this one very much.
Here we are babe, on the eve of our 7 year anniversary. Never did I think we would still be living on Virginia hills Dr, or going to the same church building that we did when we first made our eternal commitment. But here we are.... a little older, greyer, maybe even a "a bit more to love", but at least one thing remains the same. It's hard at times to see it, but I'm still crazy about you.
You asked me last night as we were walking to the theater to go see a movie, "if you knew then what you know now, would you change anything?" I replied , "yes, I would change something.... I would have tried harder to get you to marry my sooner". I mean that with all my heart. If I knew how much fun you would be to live with, I would have tried harder. If I knew how much happier I would be to wake up every morning to see your face, I would have tried harder. If I knew really just how perfect you are for me, I would have tried harder.
I have many friends who I have kept in touch with most of my life. Friends from all walks of life. Great friends all over the world. All of them are great people, but none of them are as lucky as me. They don't have you.
Thank you so much honey for EVERYTHING you have done for me. Thank you for being my backbone when I seem to have miss placed mine. Thank for being my brain when I can't think straight. Thank you for being the worlds sweetest mommy to our darling little girl. Most of all, thank you for saying, "yes, I'll marry you" on that cold night on top of Treasure Island. I sure love Stella, but YOU really are EVERYTHING to me, and for that I'm am forever grateful.
yours forever,
Glenn