Yesterday Matt and I celebrated our 14 year wedding anniversary. It’s hard to believe we’ve been married so long. Sometimes I forget how many years we’ve been married and have to stop and do the math (I used to make fun of my parents when they’d do this!) Don’t you love these pictures from ‘back in the day’? Matt believes he looks exactly the same as these pics, that he hasn’t aged a day! HA! Me, too, then. And what was up with us brides from the early 90’s. How come we thought it was acceptable to do our hair the same way we did it every other day of our lives. I did pull the sides up, which I guess I didn’t regularly do…………but how come it didn’t occur to me to go to the salon and have someone actually fix my hair!
I remember Matt and I only had one car when we first got married, and no washer and dryer. I remember going a whole year with virtually buying no new clothes or jewelry. Luckily our poverty didn’t last too long. A year after living in an apartment, Matt’s pay dramatically increased and we began construction on our first home. We lived there until we sold it to build this house.
We’ve been blessed greatly the last 14 years. We’ve gained a lot more than just 40 pounds (that would be each!), some gray hair, and 3 children.
We’ve gained a lot of maturity, that’s for sure. A much deeper faith and deeper commitment to our religion. We’ve learned that through trials and difficult times we can rely on each other and that these times actually have made us stronger people. We’ve become more humble and realize our total dependence on a higher being. We have a much deeper respect and admiration for our parents. We’ve learned to love both sides of our families.
So who woulda thunk it….that Matt and I would actually grow up to be responsible adults one day(at least most of the time).So here’s to 14 more years……and many many more after that!
Oh, yeah! Matt's memory of our wedding day was me showing up about 15 minutes before our sealing time (so long after the guests had arrived. The bride is suppose to be there about an hour and 1/2 early), and his friends giving him a hard time and making him paranoid that I'd changed my mind!
My memory. Getting up at 3:30 a.m. because our sealing time was at 7:00 a.m. (not my idea, by the way). And my Dad not being in any type of hurry at all! (For the record I was ready on time!!!) I don't think my Dad was any too anxious for his little girl to get married! And the best part was being sealed so early that we had the whole celestial room to ourselves before we were escorted into the sealing room where our guests were waiting. It was like a little glimpse of eternity!
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