Two years ago we got married under the oak tree in our backyard.
We did everything for our little wedding with our own hands (and lots of help from family!) and it was everything I hoped it would be. It also happened to be freezing that day, but I didn’t even notice.
We got the flowers the day before from Publix, dinnerware from Ikea, and set up one big table on our back porch.
My sweet neighbor and mother-in-law made home made apple and pumpkin pies.
We have been on a lot of adventures together.
Some include climbing roofs and looking out over the Tennessee river in North Alabama.
Lake Guntersville State Park in Alabama overlooks the Tennessee River.
Some include hanging out in some really, really dirty bathhouses in campgrounds.
Believes there are spiders near.
Fears no oil.
Fishing all the while. . .
Windcreek State Park
Sometimes we worked outside until 4 am in a blizzard.
Brrr.
On a lift, freezing cold air flows all around your feet. The increased surface area leads to faster frostbite. In case you were wondering.
Also brr.
Sometimes we take road trips and come home with new family members.
Finley’s first car ride.
Some adventures are not so fun. Being jobless for months. Sick kids in the hospital. Inevitable family drama.
But…
Did I mention we go fishing?
The club can’t even handle me right now.
Sometimes we go on dates to Taco Bell and see how much money we can spend, because it seems like no matter how hungry you are, you can’t spend more than $25 at Taco Bell.
Sometimes we sit in our car in a parking lot and talk and talk and talk. These conversations usually start with, “I have an idea for a business.” I roll my eyes and Travis continues. And we dream.
Always together.
Andy’s milkshakes. Dairy Queen runs. Come sit on the back porch with me. Let’s watch a West Wing. Wanna walk the dogs? I have an idea for a blog post. Trying new recipes. Wanna go garage-sale-ing?
In these recent weeks in a season of uncertainty when we have struggled so forcefully to survive, we held each other up and cried and prayed together. Literally holding each other up.
There’s no one else I’d rather do life with.
Me too, baby . . . me too . . .
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