July Nineteenth

I got home from work late Monday night and I was ready to go to bed. My hubby wanted me stay up with him for a little while, so we watched some television and snuggled up on the couch. All of the sudden his alarm starts going off on his phone and he immediately grabs me, hugs me, kisses me and tells me,

“Happy Anniversary Baby!”

It was midnight, July 19th, and it was the third anniversary of our wedding day, and the ninth anniversary of our first date. He then took me to his closet, opened the door, and there was a card with a rose waiting for me.

What a sweetie.

We spent out anniversary shopping together, going to see a movie, going out to dinner, tasting some crazy beers, and staying at a romantic hotel. It was a delightful day.

Matt,

Thank you for being the most wonderful husband. You have honestly made me the happiest girl in the world. If there was a happiest wife contest, I would so win. You have stood beside me through thick and thin, and you have supported me (and continue to support me) in everything that I have wanted to do. 

It’s crazy to think about how we started those nine years ago when I was only sixteen years old. God surely did bless me with you, and I know He’s had his hand in this the whole time.

I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. It is hard to wait because I know it is going to be amazing. I love you.

ang

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9 thoughts on “July Nineteenth

  1. Happy 3 years to you guys!! What a great hubby! So sweet! Sounds like you guys had a great day celebrating!! Miss u! Beautiful wedding oil too!

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