Today Homeskillet and I will celebrate 9 years of marriage. 9 years of laughter. 9 years of ridiculous and some not-so ridiculous arguments. 9 years of booty grabs. 9 years of hugs. 9 years of high fives.
I’d being lying to you if I said it’s been easy. It’s been infuriating (at times), hair-pullingly frustrating (just look at Homeskillet, he’s bald), emotionally draining (good and bad), and amazingly rewarding.