Eight Years.

Eight years...

of falling asleep and waking up next to you.

of "I love you mosts" and big squeezy hugs.

of learning to forgive, and put someone else first.

of growing and changing both individually, and together.

of making goals, navigating parenthood, and starting a business.

of praying through the hard, and the very best of times.

of knowing someone has your back day in and day out.

Eight years of continuing to choose each other.

If I could do it all again... I'd still choose you.

And I thank God that you choose me too.

Happy eight years to my favorite guy!