Seven years

Seven years ago, I knew exactly what I was doing... what I was "getting myself into."
Today, I realize I had no clue.

Seven years ago, I repeated those infamous vows with no doubt that it would be easy to keep my promises.
Today, I know that promises are sometimes hard to keep... but that everyone deserves a second chance.

Seven years ago, I thought I was marrying my best friend.
Today, I realize I barely knew the man I married... but I've learned a lot in 7 years (and so has he).

Seven years ago, we went on a honeymoon and spoiled ourselves silly with indulgences galore.
Today, it's business as usual around here... we'll work, cook, clean, walk the dogs, bathe our gorgeous kids, and fall into bed exhausted (but content) at the end of the day.

Seven years ago and today do have some things in common---on both days I felt like the luckiest girl alive and knew we had something special that could, in fact, last a lifetime. I believe that I loved you just as much then as I do now, only now I might have a better understanding of what that means. And I always knew, from Day One, that a life with you by my side would be anything but dull... you haven't disappointed me so far!

Today, I know that the adventure is still just beginning... seven years is nothing in the big scheme of things. I have no idea what the future will hold, only that you'll be by my side, no matter what. I know that I'll love you just as much 50 years from now as I did on that hot, August day... seven years ago.

Happy Anniversary, Witschey... I'm still "very fond of you."