Ten, Count them! Ten! Loooong Years!

I jest. Ten loooong years? Not so. Ten great years? Yes. Stress free? No. We are a normal couple. We find things irritating about one another. If we didn't find one another irritating I would think that was abnormal.

Especially after 10 years of marriage.

The thing about marriage for me (I can't speak for my husband and I never will assume to speak for him) is that we accept the things that irritate us about our spouse precisely because we agreed to get married. I didn't expect to marry someone perfect and I hope that my husband didn't have that expectation. I can guarantee that I will never measure up.

My husband has given me more than anyone not blood related to me ever will. His heart and willingness to help others is exactly what attracted me to him. I knew he would take care of me. He's not overly expressive, but shows his love through deeds. I've known that for years. When he offers to wax my mom's car I know that he cares about her just as much as he loves me.

My husband didn't want a third child. At first. But he learned how important it was to his wife to have a third child and we worked at it (ha ha) until she was conceived. He listened to me, heard my heart and we have our beautiful Ms. D to add to our already adorable kids.

My husband. My love. My life.

I want him to be as happy as he has made me and our kids. I want us to laugh. Smile. Giggle.

I want my husband to know that I love him more than ever. I want him to be as happy as he can be. I want him to smile every day. Laugh every day. Enjoy fatherhood and being a husband as much as I love and cherish being a mom and a wife.

We are so lucky. We are so loved.

I love you Craig. Thank you for 10 years of marriage and 13 years together.