25 Years. A Quarter of a Century. A Really, Really, Long Time.

Not a great picture, but we didn't take pictures back then like everyone does now!  This is me and my honey in March 1992. We had just gotten engaged.  I'm also not crying.  We were hanging out with his brother and sister, and they both smoke.  I was all congested!

Twenty-five years ago, on this very day in 1990, this cute guy asked me to go on a date with him.  Having just broken up with another guy not even a week before, I said , Sure, why not?  Who knew I was saying yes to my future husband, the father of my children?  I would have laughed in your face for sure!  But here we are, still together, one quarter of a century later.

Oh, my parents hated him.  Long hair with a motorcycle?  I was enamored, instantly.  This is us sneaking a quick kiss before I got on the bus to go home.  I'm in 9th grade. This might have been one of our first kisses.  And I also have no idea who took this picture, although I am thinking it might be his sister.

Here we are in 1991, after my parents realized that I was not breaking up with this guy no matter how many times they grounded me. He had just graduated high school, and I'm a sophomore here.

My handsome Marine.  We had just gotten engaged, and we are off to my National Honor Society event.  My mom wouldn't let me wear jeans and a Metallica tee, so I am wearing her outfit.  March 1992 again.

Here we are on Christmas Day.  I don't remember which year, but I'm holding myself up on crutches.

This is my 15th birthday. I remember being very embarrassed by this picture because I still hardly knew him and he threw himself on me to take this picture.  

Wedding day, August 6, 1994.  I am 19, he is 21.

At a state fair with our kids...I want to say 2008?  My eyebrows are excellent here.

I don't care how long we've been married, I will kill you at Uno. I think this is 2006 or 2007.

My trip to SC with him in his semi truck.  I had a VERY good time on this trip.  

I look back at this picture fondly and sadly.  I had just found out I was pregnant after his reversal surgery.  We were out celebrating.  I miscarried about 6 weeks later.

Out to dinner with some of his extended family.  I seriously hate his hair like this.  I think once a guy is past 30, enough with the long hair!

And there you kind of have it.  Twenty five years of fun, kids, trials, sadness, joy, happiness, love, coffee, pets, illness, pain, and happiness.  What it's supposed to be.  I love you, honey.  Here's to 25 more.