We were teenagers when we first fell for each other, which meant we held records for the number of texts exchanged each month.  In those sacred messages, we had a shorthand all our own.  We even logged quite a few phone calls after my curfew that involved him talking, and me typing in response to avoid getting caught.

We know each other’s stories like they’re our own.  We have grown up together. We have lost together. We have fought hard together. We have laughed even more.

Morgan is my best friend… my secret keeper. He’s the one I talk out loud to and figure things out with.  He is the one who makes my dreams come true. If you know me, you know this is no small feat, because there’s never a shortage of dreams in the pipeline.

I’m sure if you had asked me to tell you 10 years ago what our life together would look like now, I couldn’t have even imagined it to be this sweet. We have three beautiful babies together, a home that holds memories with the people most dear to us, and most of all we have each other.

When you get married as teenagers, people have a tendency to root against you… sometimes vocally, but mostly in a passing judgment-filled look.  They don’t think you’re going to make it. 

In some ways I understand the concern more now than I ever did. Because you grow up a lot in your twenties. Life can throw a lot of things at you.  You can also fall into patterns that feel impossible to break…

What I am immensely grateful for is, that yes we’ve changed and grown (okay, mostly me, because Morgan is about as steady & sure as you’ll find!), but part of the reason I am more in love with Morgan today then I was 10 years ago, is because we’ve made a choice to grow together instead of growing apart.

Babe, thanks for the best 10 years.  How about we shoot for about 70 more!? ;)  I love you ineffably.

Then & Now <3