I’m taking it there. Last Friday, Mr. Houseful and I celebrated our fifth year wedding anniversary. For those of you looking at this prom photo and thinking about the fact that the cellist is 12, yes, we had him when we were juniors in college. Before we got married, and yes we’re still Christian – no snark. You live and learn. We didn’t have our next three until AFTER we got married and no, I was not pregnant with the ladybug on my wedding day.
Okay, I think that I’ve covered everything – let’s get back to saccharine speeches here.
Mr. Houseful is my soul mate, and best friend yadda, yadda, yadda.
Mostly he rocks at making me laugh. Challenging me more than any human being could possibly do. Holding me accountable for all of the great ideas that I have, but try to allow fear to sneak in and deter me from putting those ideas to good use. He gave me FOUR gorgeous babies, and consoled me when we lost two in between.
He’s known me since I was in eighth grade. He met me when I was a stubborn beginning of my true self, who looked at all boys in a very wary regard. All they were good for was making fun of me, or using me to help with homework. While I can not deny our general teenage hijinks, I can say that Mr. Houseful was a bit of a diamond in the rough. Oh, he had his days of being mannish and mischievous, and a general ball of hormones, I mean, what boy doesn’t?
It’s even edged its way into his adult life.
Anyhoo, this post is to say how great of a guy he is and to ASSURE you that he did not pay me to write any of this.
Five years have flown by.
Who knew that marriage would be so fun. Even those days where we just didn’t give our very best shot.
Five years….three more children, three cars, countless projects, loads of laundry, dishes, diapers, missing socks.
Loads of laughter, tears, hurt and resolution. Mostly laughter.
But PLENTY of kisses:
Five years of learning, growing, evolving, and becoming one.
I can conquer anything by myself. But with Mr. Houseful I can share the memory of conquering it.
Love you sir!