Today marks 12 years since Jay and I stood up in front of our families and friends and agreed to love and support each other for the rest of our lives.
In that moment, my mother-in-law managed contain a giggle as she thought, "He's yours now. No take-backs!"
It's sometimes hard to believe that it's been twelve years since that day...
...But then I look at my kids or I see the height ruler hanging on the wall with marker lines drawn in starting from when the girls were just two feet tall.
Or I look at my old Jessie-dog who was an 8-week-old pup when we got her and who is now partially blind, deaf, and very slow-moving in her old age.
I see the business and life we've built together and I remember that we once had to move in with my parents while we tried to save up to buy a house or how several times we had to borrow money so that we could buy groceries or put gas in the car.
We bicker and argue and make each other crazy sometimes. We don't always see eye-to-eye and we have to make compromises and sacrifices... that's life.
We married young and so we've sort of grown up together over these past twelve years. All of those vows we made... through sickness and health, richer or poorer, good times and bad... we've suffered and celebrated together through all of it and there's so much yet to come!
So while I sometimes want to toss him out of a moving vehicle... there's still no one I'd rather explore the world with, grow old with, or continually debate with over "who's the better driver"... I am.
So it's ok, Mama Branchaud, I'll hang onto this guy. No take-backs.