The Big Ten

I've thought a long time about how I would put 10 years of marriage into words. And here is what I've been able to boil it down to ...

Every time I bend over to pick something up when he's around, he makes a fart noise with his mouth. I always tell him to stop, that it's not funny anymore. Each time he says the same thing, he'll stop the day I stop laughing when he does it. And I laugh. every. time. This has gone on for years. And its the thing I love the most about us - okay so maybe not the fart noises specifically - but that after being together for 12 years, we still refuse to take ourselves too seriously. Okay so that and the fact we leave most of our martial disputes up to a game of paper/scissor/rock. We've got this 2 out of 3 thing down baby! We've done some amazing things, traveled to some amazing places and had an amazing little boy. We may have traded pink futons, pickup trucks and ramen noodles for mortgage payments, family friendly vehicles (But NEVER a minivan apparently after the look you gave me when I said the new Nissan Quest's didn't "Look so bad") and sushi dinner dates ... but at the end of the day we're still the same us. Still laughing at the same stupid jokes and staying up way past our bedtimes, most nights. Okay so some nights. Alright so like once a month if Sully goes to sleep early enough.

You're a wonderful husband and an even better father. Believe me when I say you are everything the 22-year-old Shaun use to tell the 19-year-old Stephanie he dreamed and hoped he would be, except a jedi. I'm sorry but technology just hasn't advanced far enough yet love. Ten years ago I knew the future would be good, I just had no idea it could be this good. I'm proud that we never gave up on each other, that we've accomplished the things we said we were going to do and are living out the dreams we said we always would. And although I'm not a crier, thank you for always making me laugh until I cry - and loving the fact I'd rather spit fire than shed tears. That "Ten more minutes" actually means twenty, and never once losing your shit over it. For never being afraid to kick my ass in monopoly, trivial pursuit and most everything else and for putting our son to sleep every. single. night. so I can have a few minutes of peace. And that at 31 years old, I still hesitate before I bend down if your'e nearby. I can't wait to see what the next ten years has in mind for us. Thank you for an amazing first leg of this journey ...  and for learning to do your own laundry, even if you don't sort. I love you anyways, if not more.