Sixteen years, three kids, six dogs, a cat, four fish, eight cars, three houses, four schools for the children and medical school for the husband...It seemed like fifteen was monumental...sixteen feels like the home stretch. Our pastor is retiring this year...the one that married us...baptized our children...and confirmed our oldest. It makes us feel sad for the loss of such a special mentor. He helped shaped our family into such a faithful home. We will miss his sermons desperately, and hope to grow into the new ones.
Something tells me the first sixteen are tougher than the next sixteen.
Today, just like the morning we got married life got in the way of anything special. No honeymoon for us. We planned our wedding around medical board exams and my college graduation. Our first son arrived in time to celebrate our first anniversary.
This evening spent on a ball field cheering for our middle child. One of us in the dug out...one of us in the stands. At night before we pass out of exhaustion we make sure to mention how nice it will be to spend endless hours together in a few short years...maybe he will pick up antiquing...maybe I will go back to school to become a nurse?
Our gift to each other is sticking together.