its been eight years. i can't say its been eight wonderful years. though i wish i could. we have had some bad years. most of the eight years have been awesome. like amazing. but there have been rough years. times of trial and heartache. we have pulled through and have landed the number eight. we feel old. accomplished. loved. complete. in those eight years we have been through school and more school. oh and more school. we have been on trips. bike rides, airplane rides, car rides. we have had three kids. we have moved to four states. we have loved and laughed and loved some more. we have fought. and cried and kissed and hugged. we talk about old times, no kid times, vegas times. we have seen oceans and mountains. we have ran together, biked together and grown to cherish one another. we are best friends. we are eternal companions. we love our children, talk about our children, fight about our children. we talk about our future. about growing old and what we will be able to do when we don't have three kids in diapers. we plan for trips and outings and family adventures. we without a doubt are in love. and we look forward to another eight years. no wait for eternity.