20 Years of Marriage - and Counting

A lot happens in 20 years of Marriage. When we got together we looked like such babies. Me barely out of high school and him a few years older, but still so young.

We only dated for two months before we got engaged. And then we got married six months later. (You can read our whole love story here.)

In fact we even moved our wedding date up a few months because we just wanted so badly to be married already. (Which of course got a few people wagging their tongues that we were moving it up for other reasons. #nokidsforfouryearsAFTERweweremarried #howrude)

In twenty years, we have:

lived in ten homes
put me through 2.5 colleges (I quit computer programming after one semester and then took two one-year certificate courses)
had three babies (in four years)
passed each other in the hallway innumerable times each tending to one of those babes in the wee hours of the night
homeschooled for 11 years
renovated and sold two houses
became Christians together
watched three of our kids accept Christ as their savior and witnessed two of them get baptized
started three businesses
had eight different vehicles (two civics and two odysseys in the mix though)
attended about 6 churches and been members of three
had two kittens, two dogs and a hamster (as family pets, not all at the same time)
celebrated over half of my birthdays together and almost half of his
watched approximately a gazillion movies
camped dozens of times (although we both feel a little old for that these days)
not slept apart unless absolutely necessary
said “I love you” every single day