It has been eight years since I stood on the altar of St. Anthony's Croatian Catholic Church and vowed to take the man before me as my husband.
I knew he was a good man. A man with values that mirrored my own. His joy for living life pushed me out of my comfort zone; a gift. He loved me and I him.
A few snapshots of our Honeymoon
It wasn't chance but God's plan for us to meet. I know that to be true because I am reminded of that often in subtle ways. I hear that whisper in my ear. If you have heard it too, you know what I mean.
I couldn't have chosen a better man as the father of my children. His face as well as theirs light up when they enter one another's space. Sometimes I watch them interact and I am overwhelmed by the beauty of it all.
I am proud of this journey we have been on.
I look forward to what lies ahead us...and yes, even after eight years of marriage (ten plus years of knowing one another) I still have a crush on him.
Some highlights from the last eight years: