Honestly, I did start this post 2 days ago on the date of Brett and my anniversary. Today was my plan to finish it and the draft is no where to be found. So this is my start over.
July 19, 2002 Brett and I were married at Peace Church in Eagan, MN. Reception was held at the Burnsville Holiday Inn in Burnsville, MN. One of the more memorable receptions for those in attendance (right Marcia?)!
Last weekend we had an outing to celebrate. We went for a bike ride to St. Paul (I only fell 3 times), had breakfast at the Wild Onion, and that evening we went to Jesus Christ Superstar at the Chanhassen Dinner Theatre. Our yearly stop to put another notch in the anniversaries. A few days later we got to top everything off with dinner at Red Lobster and the last of the Harry Potter movies.
One of the bummer’s of me rewriting this post is that I had a list of all the highlights from the wedding and reception and in this recap I have to make it short considering the small hands (Aaliyah) that keep hitting the key board as I write.
Well isn’t this interesting. After nine years, my lap is always occupied, my arms are always filled, and my services are always needed. Additionally, my washing machine is always running, a large supply of milk is standard in the refrigerator, and it is never safe to leave the house without a diaper bag. The one thing thing that still remains is MJ and Brett. We are still here, but we are nothing like we were on July 19th, 2002. I would say that we are better than we have ever been. Not because we created our own volleyball team, but mostly because of our travels to this point. One bumpy ride, huh? And again we were transformed into parents after the birth of 4 wonderful children while still maintaining our relationship as husband and wife. All I can say is….communication, Communication, COMMUNICATION!
Brett here is your public acknowledgment of how wonderful I think you are. Wouldn’t most people want me to write about them on my blog? I think so! To my husband, who has become my kickstand. (Notice I picked kickstand and not clipless pedals that malfunction and cause me to fall.) I can count on you to support me when I need a break and you are still with me when I am in full power stroke. Thank you for being my husband and believing in me. Looking forward to many more years.
While I wrote this I changed 2 diapers, went downstairs to get milk, kissed one boo boo from a drawer incident, and settled a cat fight over a lotion bottle. Luckily the boys were napping.