I finally convinced the boys to nap . . . not an easy job with a 2 and a half year old or a 7 month old. So now I’m debating between napping myself or processing. Right now, the processing is winning. We’ll see how long I last . . .

Mark and I are quickly approaching our 5 year anniversary, and this time of year always reminds me of our wedding. Mainly because the 3 weeks leading up to the wedding were busy, busy, but also full of lots of firsts and lasts. It was the first and last Christmas that we got to spend with all of my family together. First and last Christmas spent with Gramps. πŸ™ First and last Christmas spent as an engaged couple. I have fond memories of that Christmas, and I never dreamed of all the changes that would happen to our family or to our lives after that point. It’s hard to believe how much can happen in 5 short years . . .

I feel like Mark and I have been through enough to last us another 5 years. πŸ™‚ When you say your vows and they include “for better and for worse . . . ,” you never really think of what that could mean or of what it could include. So I just want to say this – through all our ups and downs, through sickness, pregnancies, and health, through richer (well, really we haven’t experienced that yet) and through poorer, through life overseas, buying a house, immigration, work, having children, coping with toddlerhood and many sleepless nights, I wouldn’t ever exchange my husband or the moments we’ve shared. In fact, I wish I would have moaned less and just taken it like a trooper. I wish I would have been more supportive like he is; more patient and understanding like he is. But I’m slowly getting there. I appreciate the bond that Mark and I have. I love that we can still laugh after everything. I love that he’s seen two very different experiences of our children being born and was as fully involved and present as he could be. I love that he’s a great dad, that he gets up at 7:45am to scrape the car for me, stays up late to do the dishes, reads books with Ryder every night, and still tells me that my belly is beautiful (even though it’s not) to him. I love and appreciate my husband. I’m thankful for his persistence, determination, and passion. His strengths make up for my areas of weakness; he’s the calm to my intensity. I look forward to growth and maturity that we’ll both develop in the next 5 years, and I look forward to every Christmas we have together, followed by every anniversary. I pray that we have many left to come. And I’m so thankful that we’ll get to spend eternity together. He’ll be living in his countryside cabin next to my French cottage, πŸ˜‰ and we’ll spend eternity worshiping our God. I love that and I’m thankful that God put a 28 year old, stylish, blonde American living in California with a 29 year old, just finishing film school, European styled Brit living in Wales together. He’s a perfect Matchmaker. πŸ™‚

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