Butterflies

At this time of day, nine years ago, Andy was walking around the Boise Town Square Mall with all his groomsmen, while wearing a t-shirt that read "My Last Day Single, any advice?"

(do not attempt)

I was at Boise Calvary Chapel decorating the reception area with my bridesmaids and family.

Nine years together tomorrow.

Five years of college, three kids, more moves than I care to count up at the moment and one love and faith that's seen us through our highest and lowest points.

Love isn't a $50 bouquet of roses anymore, it's getting up to make the coffee when the other had a rough night of sleep.

Love isn't saying all the right things, it's listening to the tears and only needing to smile to say a 1,000 words.

Love for us is no longer long-winded emails and hand written letters, it's reaching for each other between a crawling baby, 2 little girls, a kitchen of dishes and a leaky faucet.

Love is still believing we wouldn't want to face life without one another, and believe it or not....It's seeing each other's face, hearing him whistle when he walks in the door, feeling those butterflies that bring us back to 15 and 17 again.

Engagement photo, 2001