I want to take a minute away from homeschool and mom-stuff to ponder a while on our marriage. But a minute is about all I'll get, as time and life do not slow down. Rob leaves for a 2.5 week road trip tomorrow, and it's a Tuesday, and his computer got a virus so he was up all night fixing it last night and is sleep-deprived, and he needs to pack, which means I have to be sure I'm caught up on laundry... So we're not going to celebrate in a big fancy way tonight.
And after seeing this picture, who wants a big fancy meal? Who ARE these skinny people?
And things have often been hard. We had two kids really quickly (surprise!) and didn't figure out how to be a couple until we were also trying to learn how to be parents. We've also had four pretty traumatic, second or third trimester miscarriages. And those are just the things that I can talk about in terms of my emotional health. Rob has his own. Mine have taken me through depression, and on the way back out, and Rob and the kids have been dragged on that ride with me.
And he's stuck by me. And fought for me. No, not fought me, but fought FOR me. I will love him forever for that. Even when he doesn't put his socks in the hamper.
He also "drags" us on road trips, like to the Space Needle in Seattle, where now pictures are taken from the waist up.
So here's to you, my loving husband, Rob. Thanks for loving me more than I deserve. Thanks for being an amazing father. I strive to be as wonderful a wife and mother to try to meet you at least partway. Here's to eight more years, no decades, of the best journey ever.
(You can tell I'm not slowing down too much, as I've actually taken these two pictures from posts other people put on my Facebook wall. I cannot even take the time out to go look for my own pictures! I have science to teach and dinner to cook... Anywhoodle, thanks to Laurel and Rob for the pics!)