15 years ago~

I married the man of my dreams ~ and yes, he had hair, and no, I did NOT cause it to fall out. I’ll leave that reason to our 4 ornery angelic children. The excuse for the fuzzy hair? 15 LONG (according to the children) years ago, they simply didn’t have the technology of anti-frizz styling products :)After 15 years you realize that a candle-lit shed in your torn-up, muddy back yard with a take-out from a restaurant rather than Subway, is just as romantic as the most expensive dinner out in town. Life is never perfect and it’s not the prize, but instead, the journey, that’s important~Here’s to 15 action-packed, adventurous years~

And another 15 and beyond more! I thank you, love you! I can honestly say no other gal has it any better!