Rhys Anne

Five years ago today, I married the love of my life. That is a short sentence, but has lots of meaning.

In that five years Sean and I have remodeled a house, changed jobs, switched religions, seen our friends and family marry and divorce, celebrated nine birthdays, survived five Christmas Eve's, cut down six trees and had numerous fights!


Fights? Yes - my mom says she worries because she never fought in front of her children - and her children would think that marriage is all hearts and flowers. The hearts and flowers ended when we put down our black and white kitchen floor - I thought we'd probably never speak to each other again. I'm pretty sure my mother's children have figured out that married couples don't always agree- my sister and brother-in-law celebrated 25 years this year, and my brother and sister-in-law will celebrate 25 years next year.


Which reminds me - tell the ones around you how you feel about them. I know you've heard that a million times, and I know you THINK you don't need to hear it or say it - but trust me - you do need to say it. Sean and I say "I love you" about 100 times a day. Then Tuesday night, in the middle of a "discussion" Sean told me that he wanted to be married to me more then anything. And I cried - big gulpy, sobby, oh my God, my husband really loves me tears.


Sean - I want to be married to you more than anything else - you really are the love of my life.

my friend thinks we are like 10 in this picture - but really we are 17 and 18....either way, damn were we skinny