Today is DH and my twentieth wedding anniversary. Boy-that makes a body feel old. He is an amazing man, my rock and best friend. It hasn't all been a bed of roses, well maybe it has, roses with some thorns in there too. When we got married we vowed to always work it out, to always keep talking, and to not take ourselves too seriously. It worked and continues to work.
We aren't getting gifts for each other--we aren't big gift people and we went on a cruise to Mexico in March to celebrate. But I did decide at the last minute to make him a book of our love story. I am no great scrapbooker, so go easy on me. I just kept it simple. Here are a few pictures--check out that 80's poof (dress and hair).
I thank God every day for my husband and the love he shows me.