...or should I say, the seven-year hitch.
Today is our 7th wedding anniversary.
Wow. Seven years.
I was a week shy of 25 when we got married. Man, 24 seems like a looooong time ago. (And here is proof that my natural haircolor is not auburn, but dark blonde. It's our little secret, right?)
I thought I was so in love that day. And I was. But there is something to be said seven more years down the road. We've shared laughter and tears, moved and uprooted our lives a couple of times, changed careers, added a kid to the mix, and managed to still stick together through all of the ups and downs. Don't let anyone fool you -- marriage is not for wimps. It takes hard work, determination, patience, divine wisdom, and a sense of humor.
But, oh is it ever worth it, at the end of the day, to have a great someone by your side. And we both have said this numerous times to each other lately -- we are so much more in love today than seven years ago. Our love today has a history to it, a deeper kind of love that can only be achieved after such a journey. A much better kind of love.
Here's to many, many more years to come.
(Please excuse the somewhat blurry and maybe a teensy bit out-of-proportion photos. I was having to take photos of photos, and, er, I might not have been as tall as the photos hung up on the wall, hence the proportion issues.)