Monday, November 11, 2013


So, seven years. Which is usually lucky seven, right?

Well, without a doubt, this year was perhaps one of our most trying. We sold our house, moved from neighbors and a church we loved (and where we were married and baptized both kiddos), moved in with my parents, commuted (with the kids) to/from St. Louis for five months, bought a new house, remodeled said house, moved again and are now getting a feel for the lay of the land in our new house, community and church.

There were moments that tested our patience, there were days and weeks where we tested each others patience, but in the end it all worked out. We may not have agreed on everything, but we agreed when it counted most. So yeah, I'll go ahead and decree that year seven was lucky for us.*

Another thing this year taught me is that no matter how great our relationship is, no matter how in sync we are or how hard we work, we can't go it alone. Thankfully, our parents are supportive and generous with their time (and homes) and our siblings and friends are equally excellent. They say it takes a village to raise a child, but I think that same village can come in pretty handy when it comes to nurturing a marriage and family. That leading by example business is the real deal. It also means we need to up our good deeds game.

So, while this year felt like a blur, it was blurry in a good way. So here's to sitting back and enjoying year eight, one another and those three nuts that moved into this house with us. I love you. 

*Please note, I did knock on wood after typing that. This house business has made me uber superstitious.


  1. Beautiful picture & post, Deb. Happy Anniversary!

  2. I love this. And I am pretty sure if you can get through a home remodel, then you are rock solid. Happy Anniversary!


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