Dear wonderful husband of 16 years... (can you believe that's us in the picture above...those were some SEXY glasses you were sporting and look how cute my Mickey sweatshirt is!)
It's crazy to think how far we have come. When you first see the number "16" it seems like a long time but when you really think about it, it's no time at all in the big scheme of things.
Remember when we hated each other? I still don't understand why you made me do push-ups the first time we met, that really wasn't attractive! Then pushing that wall locker out of your room and thinking that I was going to clean up the glass that YOU broke...seriously not cool! OH and let's not forget the port-a-potty incident....what a jerk...sheesh!
But then there were the Jelly Belly's...do you remember the jelly belly's? I bet there are still some rolling around in that barracks room...
I remember the tears the day Michael was born, you remember, right? When you said I was being mean to you? But then there were the sweet tears as you looked at our first-born son, I still remember your smile and how proud you were. (Oh and I also remember the comment about how proud you were in regards to our child being a boy....you remember, right?)
It was quite a journey getting to Korea after that...dealing with a lot of emotions, but we got there and then Neil joined us and it was almost a recreation of Michael's birth with all the tears...when you woke up that is...but a joyous occasion indeed...and then an almost word for word reaction to us having another boy.
The next few years were a little rocky, dealing with big changes in our lives. Moving, career changes, crazy first houses (I think I have forgiven you for the trailer...maybe). Dealing with the loss of a child, that was hard, but we pushed on through and only got stronger.
Do you remember when I told you I was pregnant with Daniel? Probably not our finest moments, so much emotion and fear. We were so afraid. What a dark cloud that loomed over our marriage for a while. But Daniel, he was the sweet spirit we needed to make things right, to remind us of why we were together in the first place. (P.S., same comment about him being a boy just like the other two...I guess it was tradition for you at that point).
Fort Knox. I still think you are the sexiest thing ever in that Drill Sergeant hat! What an overwhelming time for us. Remember those two young men who came and blessed us with the most amazing gift ever? I love that we shared in just a tender occasion together. And then a year later, the sight of our boys all in white...oh...it still brings tears to my eyes.
Fort Hood was rough baby, so rough. There were times I was so unsure of why we were there and where we were headed but I always knew we would journey it together. We made great friends, we learned we didn't have to journey alone. We may have not been together physically a lot of the time, but I will forever be grateful for the spiritual growth we experienced together.
Our first year here in MO was a bit rocky, I really learned a lot about myself. I have loved watching you interact with our boys, it's been so nice to have you here with me completely.
My love, writing this letter to you wasn't about bringing up the past and using it against us. It was a reminder about the path we have traveled to get us where we are today. The road has been hard, sometimes leaving us to wonder how we could ever move forward. But we always pushed forward, sometimes I led the way, sometimes you led the way and most times we walked side by side.
It hasn't always been easy but it has been so worth the journey.
I love you, always, forever and no matter what.