We're being featured

I know, I know, we aren't exactly newlyweds anymore, but the author of the blog has been married about the same amount of time as us, and they still consider themselves newlyweds. The hostess, Jenna, has a personal blog along with a cool feature where she interviews newlywed couples. It's a neat site and I urge you to read some of the other posts on their as well as ours. So head on over and read our story- that is, if you don't know it by heart already :)

4 years down, 96 more to go!

When I was 11, I had a serious discussion with my friends about what we would be doing at certain points in our lives. By the time we were 16 we would all have the coolest cars. By the time we were 20 we would all be going to the best Universities. By the time we were 25 we would all be making a million dollars, have 3 to 6 kids, a huge house, a boat, jet skis, guns and 4 dogs.

Now that we are officially "old" by 11 year old standards, I think we would all be happy to just be out of debt. Most of us have cars that we pray will last another year, I barely squeaked by with a degree from a fine school that took me 6 years to get and I currently live in a mold infested apartment that has AC that works 15 minutes every hour. Things don't always go as planned.

But sometimes something happens in your life that you didn't plan for that has a profound effect on the rest of your life. 10 years ago I met a girl who's playfulness and melt your heart smile sucked me in like a magnet and sent my 16 year old hormones on overdrive. I had no idea then that this beautiful, hardheaded, fantastically bold person would enrich my life in more ways than I could ever have imagined. She is my best friend, my unending source of confidence, and an ever constant inspiration. And I was the lucky bastard that won her over at 22! Sometimes something happens that looking back you think, with everything in my life that didn't go the way I wanted, one thing did. Four years ago my soul was officially united with it's perfect match. We are different people and sometimes it's hard to believe the puzzle pieces fit but we are truly, deeply and God willing, unendingly bound to each other and as of yesterday, for the 4th year in a row, I am the luckiest man on the planet.

Happy 3 year (wedding) Anniversary to us!

September 2, 2006 Kyle and I stood before a preacher (his uncle) to be joined together in holy matrimony in front of our friends, family and God. It was a beautiful Texas summer evening, still hot enough to cause sweat to streak our backs, but the mosquitoes were at bay and a gentle breeze glided through the ceremony to cool us off every once in a while, even our ring bearer (our Maltese) appreciated the breeze. The wedding was all that I had dreamed of and more. But the most important aspect, more than the cake, or the music or the even our friends and family who were there to witness it, was that Kyle and I were officially husband and wife, at the end of the day we were there to be married. And married we were, with or without the mysteriously missing marriage certificate which was never found... (Good thing it was his uncle marrying us or else the ceremony might not have occurred)

To celebrate our THREE years of marital bliss, because we are poor (very poor right now), we decided to have a romantic evening in a park overlooking the city, Comanche Park. We dressed in our best "dress up" clothing, picked up some fabulous Greek food with a bottle of wine and hiked up to the look out spot, missing the sunset by only five minutes. But the streaks of purple and pink illuminated the sky for quite some time after the sun had gone bedy bye, providing us with ample entertainment. The mosquitoes, because we have had so little rainfall this year, have been amazingly sparse this summer, and I only left with three bite wounds, one for each year married, an amazing record for sitting outside at sunset without any protection to ward them off. It was very romantic, and because we are sentimental saps, it was the absolutely perfect way to celebrate a landmark in our marriage.

Last sunday in church, the preacher recognized a couple who had just celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. The old man, got out of the pew, stood in the aisle and placed arms in the air like Vanna White when presenting a letter, however he was showing off his beautiful bride. I nearly burst into tears right there. How wonderful that this couple had not only made 70 years of marriage, but that he still was so proud of his wife to stand in front of the large congregation and present her so proudly. It was, to say the least, inspirational. So before descending, we toasted to 67 more years of wedded bliss. Glasses up everyone!
The cakes my aunt madeWe bit Mickey's ears off. Sorry Mickey! (The Mickey was from the Tree of Life wedding cake made by my aunt, but Kyle actually made the Mickey. He was edible, but didn't taste good )

Maybe eating Mickey wasn't such a good idea!