It’s been seven years since that rainy afternoon in May.
Seven years since I put on my white lace dress.
Seven years since you donned your tux, complete with pink pocket I know the groomsmen teased you about (do you think they’ve forgiven us for the pink vests yet?).
Seven years since we walked into that church in Zionsville and said “I do” in front of our family and friends.
It’s crazy how fast time can fly. It feels like yesterday but also a lifetime ago. Who knew that a chance meeting in my parents’ backyard all those summers ago would lead to the greatest adventure of my life? Marriage to you has brought me more joy, meaning, strength, and happiness than I could have ever imagined. Seven years ago I married my best friend, and even though I could never imagine loving you more than on that special day, somehow it happens each and every day.
Jon, thank you for putting up with me for the last seven years of marriage. Thank you for always doing the dishes because you know I hate doing them. For giving me the greatest blessings I could ever hope for, Jackson and Harper. For being there to support me in whatever life may throw our way and pushing me to follow my dreams. For scrubbing the babies at bath time and making grocery shopping an adventure. For always making me feel sexy, even when I haven’t showered, my hair’s a mess, the kids are clinging, and I haven’t made it out of my pjs. For being my Mr. Fix-It and always making our little family your priority. You are more than that 23 year-old bride could have ever hoped for, and I feel bless each and every day to be your wife. Happy Anniversary, my love.