Ten Years...

Next week is our Ten Year Anniversary...who would have known we would make it that long? (jk)

I have been fussing about what to do, I want it to be something special. I want it to sum up what we have been through together.

10 years ago we were married in the Salt Lake Temple.

9 years ago I was pregnant with P and getting ready to graduate BYU.

8 years ago we were heading to Europe for not quite a month.

7 years ago we had A, and Chris was graduating from Utah State.

6 years ago Chris finished his Masters, he started his career, we overcame Breast Cancer, and we bought our first home.

5 years ago we got involved with the Hero Foundation, and found our passion for non-for-profit organizations.

4 years ago we were expecting C.

3 years ago we hoped to move out of state, but were humbled by the Lords 'greater plan.'

2 years ago we were expecting Z.

1 year ago Chris stood by me through my car accident (and the hardest month of my life.)

Now this year we are waiting for baby ?, buying house number 2 (hopefully) and celebrating ten years together.

What do you do for the man that has done all that? What do you do for the man that has been your best friend for 11 years. What do you do?

Give a sincere thank you, and honestly say, I look forward to the next ten.

My beautiful Anna

You are the the peace maker, always willing to compromise or share with your brothers and sister. You are also the little mother, smothering Chloe and Zac with more attention than they want.

One favorite memory is of your Preschool teacher commenting that the kids in the class show you their artwork first for approval (a spot usually reserved for the teacher). But, I could tell she did not mind, because you had won a special place in her heart--just like you manage to with anyone you meet.

I also love the fact that for the first several weeks of school you would come running home to tell me how you had made ANOTHER friend. I meet parents at school functions, and they have all heard about "Anna."

Thanks for being my little tender heart.

PS I am OK with you turning seven. I just dread the day that you turn 13. Oh, the emotions!!!

My Buddy!!!

Thats my tough little buddy. OK he is not really tough, but he tries. Today he got a little banged up at recess--hit the four score wall. He is OK, but he did have to call to talk to me. It broke my heart to only be able to talk to him on the phone. I had to tell him he will be OK, when I don't even get to see him, or be there to give him a hug. Dumb, thats a mom's job. Now I get the to spend the rest of the day missing my buddy, knowing he is fine, but still fussing.