eight years ago today...

i awoke..late for a hair appointment. found that my car was blocked by some visiting girl friends rummaged through purses until i found keys to a car that i then took to the hair salon..where i became BEAUTIFUL..next i loaded up my fam & friends and headed to the temple...late...where i saw the man i would soon be Mrs. to...he was sweating..and relieved ..that i had arrived..he was tired of the white haired workers inquiries as to my wearabouts and ulitmatley his soon to be Mrs. intentions on this particular day especially "did they differ from his?"..yes my intentions were the same that day as the previous...all i wanted in the whole world was to be his Mrs....so we sat in the temple session, stealing glances at eachother...surounded by friends & family..next we were escorted to a brilliant room...where we became Mr & Mrs....we cried..we kissed...we kissed some more ( too much for the temple probably)..we exited Husband and Wife...we took MILLIONs of Photo's....we got left at the temple by our eager family...while they prepared the lunch...we hitched a ride with a very nice "sister"....we ate a burned lunch...we chatted...and took more pictures..we danced the night away..and the rest is history

eight years

eight pregnancies

12 moves

2 countries

4 children

innumeral friends & ward famillies

nothing has changed except waistlines, hairlines, and face lines...

we love to dine, we stress a little, & smile too much

I still want nothing more in the world than to be his MRS...

I am blessed he is my MR...the years have aged us well, and this is just the begining

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY MR !