11 Years we've been married...

11 Years ago,  January 5, I only thought I knew what love was.

Now, I'm certain I know what love is.  

I love this picture.  We were so young.

I see excitement, but I also see nerves.  

We were 19.  We were leaving our family and friends and moving 2300 miles away to San Diego.

I couldn't even go to 4H camp, but I was willing to move across the country for this man.

I remember the feelings I felt.  He chose me.  He was all mine.

And to this day.  He chooses me.  He's all mine.

Thank you Lord, for this man.

We have been through so much.  

Gods grace is ever present in our relationship.

There are, of course, areas that need improvement, but I can honestly say there is no one else I'd rather partner with, parent with, friend with than him.

 We had a date night for our anniversary.

Sambuca and a night out on the town.

We even took a cab.  Watch out!!

Don't worry...we were home by 11.  

 It was so nice to just be the two of us.  

As must as I love the three of us, it's so important to just be two every now and then.  

We went to a few honky tonks, went in EVERY boot store on Broadway in search of some new boots for Easton and ended the night at a Piano Bar.

That was my first time at The Big Bang but I want to go back!

Those guys were amazing.  They knew every song.  By memory!

MIND BLOWING!

 Of course, we had to find something sweet too.  

Lance got an Ice Cream Cone and I got a handful of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.  Mmmmmm.

Here's to a hundred and eleven more Boo!

I love you!!!