This past Saturday the Dear Knight and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary.  Wow!  I don’t think I could have imagined what this day would have looked like way back then.  On that  beautiful sunny day we–me at 24 and him at 30–had no idea we’d be the parents of 5 children, our oldest child would be spending spring break in Mexico on a Missions trip with our church, that our youngest would only be 3, and that we’d be living in our 3rd home.  I actually never imagined much beyond the day at hand…I was not a dreamer–at least I don’t think I was. But here we are and we are still in love and still happy together and still looking forward to growing old together.  I still love DK as much now as I did then…perhaps more because after all these years I appreciate him and his ways more.  No, we are not that young couple anymore…5 kids and way too many sweets do away with that “young” look…but I wouldn’t trade this day (and these last 17 years) for any other!

I love you my Hun, I always have and always will!



Our younger selves
Six years and 7 months to the day after we met and started dating Dear Knight and I were married. It was a beautiful spring afternoon. The church was simply decorated with tiny american flags at the ends of the pews and a few balloons by the altar (Dear Knight paid for the entire wedding and as flowers were a luxury we made do with just bouquets and boutonnieres–no flower centerpieces at the reception and no flowers in the church). We took our vows before friends and family…the first church wedding on my side of the family in many, many years. We lit the unity candle and listened as close friends sang loving testimonies to the beauty that is a covenant marriage before our Lord. We exited the church as Mr. and Mrs. to the strains of Hail to the Chief only to be greeted in the reception hall by ethereal melodies played on the flute by a good friend (her gift to us). We ate and chatted, threw the bouquet and tossed the garter…all the standard wedding “activities”. And ultimately we hastened to leave within the three hour timeframe the church allowed us for both ceremony and reception and drove off the have the last few photos taken at the State Capital. The late afternoon sun was glorious with not a cloud in sight and flowers blooming everywhere (this made up for the lack of flowers at the church…we had only hoped the grounds at the Capital would be blooming and they were!).
And thus began our rather simple marriage…two people who loved one another, who had overcome a few obstacles and depended on God to smooth out the rough spots. He has been faithful to us to do just that…and now 15 years and 1 day, 5 children, 3 houses, and 5 job changes later we are still in love and still depending on God to smooth out our rough spots. I can only hope and pray that God will allow us at least another 15 years and 1 day…at least!

originally  posted 4/5/07

April  4th,  the Knight and I celebrated 14 years of wedded bliss. There was no huge celebration, no grand plans for the day, things went as as they normally do on any given Tuesday: the Knight off to work and I at home with the chicks. But there was one difference, just a small difference, but a difference none the less. The blessings I felt having the Knight in my life seemed to be magnified on Tuesday. I don’t know why but on that day the feelings I experienced 14 years earlier came flooding back to me. All the love and the hopeful expectations I thought about so long ago have become my reality. I am married to a Knight in Shining Armour. So, this is for you my Dear Knight…I LOVE YOU much more now than I did as that younger, blonder, more slender me. I have come to appreciate you more for all you do for me (and the chicks) and how much you love me…it shows in so many ways–from the separate pot of coffee you make for me each morning to the tiding up of the house at night after I’ve gone to bed. I know you do these things not because you have to but because you love me and care for me. So, My Dear, thanks you for these last 14 years…I so hope and pray that this wedded bliss–for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, ’till death do us part– will continue long into our lives. I look forward to someday having that house with the porch where we can sit, sipping lemonade watching the world go by–hopefully surrounded by our chicks and their families. This is the Sweet Life.

originally posted 4/8/06

Today is my fourteenth wedding anniversary. Those of you who know me well enough may be wondering what I am talking about seeing as how I was married in 1992. A little quick addition will show that I have in fact been married only 13 years. Well… it seems that my Knight in Shining Armour has a belief that marriages, like high rise buildings, should not have thirteenths–either floors or years. Now, I am sure you are scratching your head in wonderment and thinking :”WHAT is the Knight talking about!” Only two things come to mind: First, Mr. Knight is trying to drive me nuts! The poor chicks keep correcting Daddy-man, only to be told that it is Mother-hen who is mistaken. Second, …well, there is no “second” reason. I really don’t know what he is trying to do. However, I do know that he can make me laugh like no-one else. My heart still does a little flip when I hear his voice. I LOVE his grey hair (yes, My Dear, you did read that correctly!) I hate it when he is gone, even for a little while. And after all these years (20 and counting…he took his time popping the question) I love him more now than I did when I was 17. He IS the Love of My Life…I am a truly blessed woman. “I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.” –Song of Solomon 6:3