It’s been nine years.

It doesn’t feel like that long.  In some ways I feel like I just walked down the aisle yesterday.  I can still remember exactly how I felt. 

But of course a lot of time (and events) have passed since that day.

All I can say about it is that I’m so thankful to be here, with him.  My prince!  (That’s what the girls call him:)

I got my fairy tale and I’m so blessed.

But let’s just clarify; he does drive me crazy.

Here’s my list: (using the famous and oft discouraged “always” and “never” …

He always leaves the light on in the closet

He always sits on the clean sheets in his dirty clothes

He always leaves crumbs all over the kitchen

He never puts his laundry in the hamper

He never wants to help with the dishes

….I think you get the idea.

He’s totally not perfect.  But then, he’s not the only one….

When I find myself starting to dwell on “the list”, I try to stop and look at the rest of the picture…all the ways I drive him crazy, all the good things he does…

and it all really boils down to one thing: He always loves me.  Always.

For better or worse (and believe me, he’s had to deal with more than his share of worse) he loves me.

He may not like me sometimes, and sometimes he may even be a little mean, but when it comes right down to it, he loves me with all he’s got.  And he’s got Jesus, so that’s some pretty amazing love

I’m so thankful for the last nine years.  I know even if we have ninety-nine more it won’t be enough.  You can never get enough of life with your prince!