Nine

Today is our Ninth Anniversary.

Nine Years ago on a beautiful early summer evening two kids got married. I look back now, and wonder how we did it. We were so young. But there's only way to grow older, and that's to start doing it. We were 23 and (almost) 24, which isn't terribly young, but not terribly old, either. We got married on a Friday evening. The only sunny day that week, which was good, because I didn't have a rain plan for our outdoor reception. Call me an optimist. The sun set behind Lookout Mountain, and as we stood on the steps of St. Elmo Pres to get our picture taken, car horns honked congratulatorily as they passed. It was a great party. I wanted it to be a fun reception. We didn't have a DJ, but we did have Infradig. I wore heels that sunk into the ground. But they were very cool.

Nine Years. A lot of ups and downs. A lot of grace. A lot of love.

And now I'm going to have a glass of wine with my hubby.