Seven years.

Ben and I have been married seven years. Today (well not today when you read this, but when I wrote it).  We are not doing anything to celebrate because we don't have anyone to watch the children. We could go out with the boys, but quite frankly the idea sends me into convulsions. They haven't been very well behaved the last few days, and with no escape, they have been rubbing my nerves raw.

My poor nerves.

Now is when Ben comes in and comments on how he has a "high respect for my nerves, they are {his} old friends...these last {seven} years at least," the audience laughs, we kiss, the kids gag, and the curtains close. Cute, no? Perfect, right? Hmm...

Speaking of Jane Austen, I would definitely describe our life together as a Jane Austen novel. Tales tales of intrigue, true love, and happy endings. Very predictable and extremely cliche, but altogether lovely and what everyone dreams of.

Too much? Yeah, I think so, too.

I would have never thought seven years ago, we would be where we are now. I thought we would be living next to his brother, in Utah. (Which would have been AWESOME, right Chris and Monica?)

I did know that no matter what he did, or where we were, Ben would make me happy, and we could have a good life. I knew he was a good catch then, and I still think so now. We have a good life together.

We just need to figure out what to do with our angels...

Boarding school? Do you think they have that for preschoolers?

J/K.

Okay, half J/K.

Never mind.



Back to the point.

B+E 4ever

My school ID-taken the semester we met.

Pictures taken on our anniversary.  So good looking.