Twenty-five years ago today I knelt across the altar from my man. (Dig those glasses!)
We were married in the olden days when engagement photos were always formal and in your Sunday best. (And perms were in!)
We've been through a whole heap 'o livin' since then. Six babies, seven moves, good times, money worries, health problems, house building, more puns than you would believe, weight gain (I'm at my chubbiest below -- why is chubby only cute on babies?)...
...weight loss. This was the year that I had a trophy husband...
...Silliness and more humor than I could have imagined. I never know what he'll be up to next. (Much of my family has commented on the appropriateness of my look below)...
...a bit of heart ache and a whole lot of joy. I'd do it all over again in a heart-beat!
Happy Anniversary, Hubders! 
