Has it Really Been Four Years ...

 It was warm, there wasn't rain like there is today.  Instead of Issac in the Gulf, it was Ike, and we had been watching it very closely.  At that moment, the world had stopped.  Braeden was at his Grandmothers, Ryan at home with our dogs and I was at my parents house with five of my closest friends.  

I was the last one up it seemed.  I had spent the majority of the evening reminicing about the days when we were wild and crazy, they always made the best stories.  It was early, and the smell of coffee loomed in the air.  We half-heartedly tried fixing our strands of hair before the stylist arrived, and for most of us, the anticipation of the day was showing on our faces. 

It was my wedding day.

Four years ago, I woke up on this very day and got ready to marry the man that I had dreamed about for so long.  I was ready to say "I Do" to the father of my child and the one person who knew me better than anyone else.

Today, unlike other days, the usual hussle and bustle out the door doesn't exist.  Both of us sit down and enjoy our morning coffee, both taking in the moment.  It's the quiet moments like this, that we realize, we're happy, we've been happy, and we were filled with happiness four years ago.

Ryan, thank you for standing by my side all of these years, thank you for giving me two beautiful boys to call my own.  Thank you for allowing me to follow my dreams, and live the life I always knew I wanted.  I said "I Do" then and I say "I continue today."

Happy Anniversary.