Twelve years ago today my husband and I got married. Lets rewind a little further though, about thirteen years ago we were dating. I was pretty much right out of high school and a ball of emotions which I have always been. I knew fairly quickly that Brandon was the guy for me, he was funny, patient, and a wonderful friend. Marriage however scared the ever living crap out of me. FOR REALS It had nothing to do with how I felt for him, it was more like a gigantic ball of anxiety attacked my insides every time I thought about marriage. At the time I had no idea it was anxiety. I remember trying to explain that I just had this horrible feeling in my stomach. Oh those feelings tormented me, they made me unsure and pretty unstable. Luckily he was in it for the long haul. I think anyone else would have split and ran from me screaming because of the mess of emotions that I consisted of. I would be perfectly happy and content in his presence and then bam, a second later I was a mess. I asked myself , was this right? what if it wasn’t? I wanted a sign from the heavens above to constantly let me know that everything was going to be perfect if I got married. yeah so that never happens because nothing in our lives is meant to be perfect, that’s what makes life so wonderful and hard and crazy all at the same time.
It took me a little bit of time to realize that fear was the problem, but once I figured that out there was no way I was going to let it get in my way. Brandon was and is the guy for me. Twelve years later and four extremely dramatic daughters later he still has me laughing. we are partners in crime and ready to take on anything in our way which currently consists of a lot of binge watching ourselves through all seasons of the TV series 24.
I am glad life has a way of teaching you what your capable of. So glad I get to spend mine with such a remarkable dude.
Thank you Brandon, I love you more than you will ever know!