Two decades is nearly upon us. How did that even happen?
Back in 1992, I met a super cute boy on a blind date at Texas A&M. He wined and dined me at Duncan Dining Hall with 2,000 other cadets. How could I say no? Sunday marks our 18th wedding anniversary.
Yes, there were the hard days and weeks that turned into months and finally, marriage counseling.
Yes, there were jet setting trips to Rome and Paris that left me speechless with romance.
Yes, there were sleepless nights, fabulous family vacations and loads of great memories.
Yes, there have been long talks on the couch and quiet nights of just enjoying one another’s company.
Yes, I would say yes all over again.
Happy anniversary sweetheart. You really are my better half.
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The New Year’s Eve George Strait concert in 1992 marked the official beginning to “Scott and Kathryn.” But, let’s mark it the end of tacky western shirts, shall we? I can’t even believe I posted this on the blog. So. Unfortunate. We slid and skated our way to the concert in one of Dallas’ worst ice storms. But the love of country music must go on people! I was staying with a sorority sister and her dad refused to let Scott make the hour drive home. So, we stayed up and talked for hours after the concert!
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The Mr. and I before a football game his senior year as yell leader back in the fall of 1994. My gosh I loved that hat. So much of our courtship involved A&M football games and his yell leader responsibilities. Oh, the stories I could tell you. Over margaritas. Hard to believe that first deck we’re standing on is no longer at Kyle Field. Man, we’re old.
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Our wedding day, July 27, 1996. The night before I was confirmed in the Catholic Church, just an hour before our rehearsal dinner. Thankfully, the wonderful priest who married us, prepared us well for marriage. It’s not to say I didn’t freak out when I spilled candle wax on the front of my dress just an hour before go-time. But, the time he made us spend in prayer, in preparation, in quiet with one another made all the difference. The wedding day was beautiful, but the 18 years since have been far prettier, and messier, than I ever imagined.
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Every year, around our wedding anniversary, we take family photos. This was our very first one, back in 1997. Look at that hair! And that denim! We were living in Ames, Iowa, at the time. This was the height of our “we have zero money” graduate school days. Together, we were making a whopping $1,000 month and $505 went to apartment rent. The rest we spent on the heating bill, the gas bill and the peanut butter and jelly sandwich bill. But man, those were some good days. Iowa still has our heart. Scott and I still mark the fireworks show for the 4th as our sentimental favorite. We sat on the tailgate of his pickup truck over by Reiman Gardens and thought the married life couldn’t get any sweeter.
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On our tenth anniversary in 2006, we spent a weekend in San Antonio. We attended the Vigil Mass at the Basilica of the Little Flower. Afterward, Scott asked the priest for a blessing for our marriage. Right after the blessing, he surprised me and presented a diamond anniversary band, made by my Uncle Dee, a jeweler in El Paso! I tell ya, that boy is a keeper. I’m also cracking up because this is the original selfie, long before smart phones! You don’t even want to know how many tries it took us to get this. It was taken on the grounds near the Alamo.
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In 2009, Scott had a work trip to Italy (rough, I know), so I joined him on the tail end and we enjoyed a magical week in France. Magical. I was pregnant with Luke, but we had no idea the crazy God was about to lay on us. Somehow He knew that our marriage needed this. It sooo needed this.
In 2014, we were once again blessed with life – our sixth child. This photo captures so much of what I love about Scott. Our blessed life. Our hardships. Our new beginnings. And my admiration for a good, honest, noble, loving and faithful man I call my husband.
Happy anniversary, babe. Let’s make it another 18, plus, plus.
Thanks for hosting this week, Jen.