April 8, 1989 was a Saturday, and the day I married my best friend. 25 years later (EEK! 25?!?!?! How did that happen?!?!?!), he is still my best friend. We've definitely had our ups and downs, but through it all, what we have goes beyond just love; we still like each other! We have been blessed through it all, and have a daughter, and she is beautiful, inside and out. Our little family is complete.
Chad and I have been "joined at the hip" (my mother's description) since we were 15 years old. We were barely 20 on our wedding day, and had people in both of our families say we would not make it. One prediction was specific; less than 10 years. I have forgiven them, but I do have to say that time has been the best revenge! Take that, oh ye doubters! Ha!
Chad was fresh out of Air Force basic training, and our honeymoon was spent as a road trip heading to his first duty station at Tyndall Air Force Base, Florida. We left Wyoming in a pretty heavy snowstorm, and arrived in Florida a few days later to temperatures in the mid-80°s. The warmth and sun were wonderful, but the bugs and humidity took some getting used to! The Panama City, FL area was our home for nearly four years, and the memories of that place are magical.
I love my husband! There are no words large enough, or deep enough, to express just how much I love him. Happy 25th Anniversary, Chad; I am looking forward to the next 25 years and beyond!
Next up, learning how to be empty nesters in the next year or so...
Happy April 8th!