8 Years and counting…

This morning, eight years ago, I was sitting in my hair stylists salon, East Vanity, getting my hair and makeup done, along with my sister and best girlfriend for my wedding. I remember I felt tired and hungry, yet not really wanting to eat a lot, and so relieved that the sun was shining with a blue sky day. Something that is a total gamble for a mid-October wedding date on the coast.

Once the three of us had really big hair and lots of makeup on, we went to the country club to get dressed and have pictures taken. It was then that the hunger really got to me and I was not going to be one of those nervous, anxious brides. I was going to be logical and eat a good lunch and feel good. So we called Rob and his groomsmen and had them pick up a nice healthy lunch for us to have waiting when we arrived.

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(The teasing of hair did NOT stop in the mid-nineties like most people think. I had so much teasing done to my very fine hair to make it look like I actually had a decent head of hair. This is not how I walked down the aisle. Just thought I’d add that in)

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(See, it was totally toned down. Yet I’m sure it’s still quite big for most people. But I’m a big hair type o’ gal. Always have been, always will be).

Anyway, this totally happened. I’m one classy lady. The very last thing I ate as a single girl was a McDonald’s 2 cheeseburger meal. I love that when I walked down the aisle I probably smelled a little like McDonald’s, and that despite that, Rob still loved me enough to say I do and marry me anyway. He knew this part of me from day one, so it wasn’t a surprise.  It’s still who I am. Because apparently, instead of showing you all the incredibly beautiful venue photos, table decorations or detailing on my lace dress, I’m showing you the most shameful part. 

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But it was a lovely day and although eight years have gone by, I do remember so much of it as I made sure to take it in and not feel so overwhelmed. I took a lot of mental snapshots and stopped to really look around at my family and friends. Most of all, I remember my groom.

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He is still the guy I would choose to walk down any aisle to. I would still move to another country for, and I will always pick him first, over any other person. Together we have built a pretty great life, had one amazing son, and I know that no matter what I want or do, he is my biggest fan and supporter.

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(Yeah, ok….from a front view, my hair is still totally big. But I’d do it again!)

One of my favorite things is how great of a father he is to our son. Judah knows things like “ladies first”, and is very sweet to tell me how nice I look when I’m dressed up. He never leaves the house without giving me a big hug and kiss, because that’s what Dada does, and when we are out anywhere, he is constantly looking out for my safety and to make sure I am ok. He will pick me every flower he can find and he loves going on dates with me and “paying” for it with the change he brings along in his wallet.

I know that I’m bragging about how wonderful my son is, but actually, I am bragging about my husband. He is an incredible example. Judah has learned this behavior from the way his Dada treats his Mama and I couldn’t be more proud. Rob is helping him see what a good man is and how a good man treats a woman. Luckily for me, I get to live in a home where two guys treat me with respect and kindness. I kind of hit the jackpot.

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Rob will read this post and inwardly cringe because he does not like to be the center of attention in any circumstance, at any time, but I can’t help do it once in a while. Hi Rob! Aren’t you glad I’m writing about you to the entire world? And telling them that I like McDonald’s? Aren’t you so proud of me?

Happy anniversary to the love of my life. You are the best. You are my favorite. I always choose you.

– Rob’s Wife

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