That lead me straight to you....
Seven years ago I was eighteen, barely out of high school, naive, and head over heals in love with a blue eyed, brown (or was it blond when we met?? hehe) haired, boy, who made me melt when I was in his arms. Little did I know what the years would bring: the joys, the sorrows, the trials, tribulations, and the life lessons we would embark on together. We were merely babies taking on marriage, with full force, no matter what warnings we were given.
While the first few years of marriage was a true test of strength, we struggled together. We stood side-by-side, as man and wife, and fought our way through. We grew up together and we grew together as one. We learned to love each other deeper than we ever could have imagined.
In our fourth year of marriage, we had Adam. God took the best of us, and gave us our beautiful little boy. And 20 months later, we were blessed again with another wonderful creation, Matthew. Our little family.
I have been far from the perfect wife and far from the perfect person. You have seen me at my weakest, my ugliest, and my sickest. And through all of that you have continued to love me, you have told me I am the most beautiful person you know, and you have held me up when I've wanted to fall. You are my rock and my partner. And even though sometimes I don't show it nor do I always say it, I am thankful for you. I am thankful that you are in my life, and that you were the one God put on this earth for me.
Thank you, Andy, for being silly. Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for bringing out the best in me. Thank you for being there for me, when I'm not at my best. Thank you for loving me through hard times. Thank you for for everything you do to provide for us. Thank you for being YOU.
Happy Seven Years, baby!