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My Babies and Me

VERY late with a 16 week picture. Busy week and weekend. This was taken at 16 weeks, I just never got around to posting it. Davis wanted in on the picture as well. Photographer Emma said it would be cute.

Here is 16 weeks....

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We had a glorious weekend. It is hard to believe we have been married for ten years. This is nothing like strolling around, still holding hands with your one and only. Or sitting across the table from your man, sharing great food and even better conversation. Or knowing as you snuggle down in your bed in one of the most beautiful hotels that you both share the same dreams in life.

If you had asked me ten years ago how I saw us in ten years, I could not have even dreamed it would be this good. Ten years of marriage, two dogs, two kids (and one on the way) , a host of ups and downs later, here we are. Thank you Mark for sharing this adventure with me. I would do it all over again, the same way. I am looking forward to the memories we make over the next ten years.

(Thanks Kiki for kid sitting. Even though they liked it so much there they did not want to come with us. Even with the bribe of seeing Shrek the Third. Emma wanted to know if she could just move in with you.....)

Comments

Anonymous said…
They are,and will forever be welcome here anytime. I am a bit surprised that Emma would still move in here - thought those boys scared her silly. ; ) Glad that you guys enjoyed the weekend and more importantly; each other. Love you guys - Kiki
Abby said…
I think one of those boys Emma had a little crush on. Between you and me. (;

You still rock more than her mom. By far. I do not think that will ever change....
Annie said…
That is the aunt's job...to 'rock more than her mom'. Keep it up Kiki!
Abby, I am so glad you two had such a wonderful time, congrats on such a strong marriage and growing it still!!

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