In April, 20 years ago, Mark showed up at a young 18 year old’s house with a dozen purple roses and escorted her to her senior prom.  I don’t think (and still don’t) he knew what he was getting in to.

Neither of us could have ever imagined that four years and one month after that first date that he would meet that same girl at a church altar to join his life to hers.

And of course, sixteen years later, eight kids on US earthside, one on European soil and three babies in heaven…hospital adventures, family travel adventures, seeking God adventures and home school adventures.  And here we are.  Sixteen years.

I knew that 16 year old young man would have my heart forever that first night 20 years ago.  I could not have imagined the rock he would become.  The forgiveness he would extend daily for me.  The example of Christ’s love that he would be for me.  I am blessed.

Happy Anniversary, Mark!  My knight!  I would go anywhere with you!

Our life is crazy and so out-of-the-ordinary-insane but you have stuck with me through it and we’ve attacked, prayed and enjoyed it each step of the way together!  I love you.

I can’t leave this post without saying something about this picture!  First, it was our 20th anniversary date in April.  Second, I found this dress that fit in all the right places and loved it.  It’s the first time in a long time that I have loved what I looked like in a dress.  And last, notice the photobomber in the background.  Yep.  Our life and I wouldn’t have it any other way!