Nine years, people, nine years. Nine years ago at this time (6pm) I married Mattie. I can remember talking to Lyn the week before I married him and she asked me to name off some of the things I didn’t like about him. The only thing I could think of is that he bit his fingernails (still does). Oh brother, how naive.

Seriously, the first few years were the absolutely hardest thing I have ever done, hands down. But I am completely sure that it has been worth it…even if he did buy me an excursion for my anniversary this year.

Love you, Mattie. Wouldn’t have it any other way.