Don't our children look so happy?

Ten years ago, on April 15th, 1999, the cute boy across the street (who had never paid me much interest at all) called me one night. We talked for hours and the next night, a week before my 17th birthday, I went on my first official “date”.

Little did I know then (although God knows how often I had dreamed about such silly things!), that that boy would one day become my husband and the father of our beautiful children.

We’ve had our ups and downs, but he has been my best friend for almost every day of those ten years (okay, I did have a brief moment of insanity where I broke up with him for four months and almost missed out on all of this!). The thing about dating the guy across the street is that you pretty much see each other every. day. And I loved it.

I loved the note written on a paper plate that was stuck under my windshield wiper with a flower on the morning I left to take my SATs.

I loved that he was never far away if I needed a hug or a shoulder to cry on.

I loved having to call him before I walked to the limo the morning of our wedding to make sure he wasn’t outside and wouldn’t see me too soon.

And now, here we are, ten years later, and I think those moments have laid the foundation for a life more incredible than I could have imagined! I am one lucky, lucky girl!