7 years happy

This morning I woke after 5 hours of sleep - drowsy and wishing the kids had waited longer than 15 minutes after the sun came up to wake. I stumbled around and tried to ignore what a disaster our house was. By 8am it was time for Lillie's nap. I closed my eyes with her while Bryan took the boys out for breakfast.

I thanked God for him.

This morning seven years ago I woke after only a few hours of sleep - glowing and rejoicing that it was finally time to get up! My best friend April was in the next room, and we spent the morning getting ready for one of the best days of my life. My wedding day.

I thanked God for Bryan.

I don't remember much about the details of that day, but I do remember what I felt. Yes, I was incredibly happy, but what I remember the most is that I didn't have a care in the world.

So what if it's a monsoon outside and my hair is a mess, I'm marrying Bryan today!

Even then I began to notice that I made some quick (and poor) decisions about dresses, flowers, colors, venue...almost everything, but I just didn't care. Someone had told me before to remember it was about a marriage, not an event. I thankfully took that to heart. As long as I had Bryan and a pastor I was happy.

And the best part is

7 years, 5 moves, 3 kids

and a lot less sleep later,

I still am.