|Leaving our wedding reception, August 8, 2008|
Life has never been boring for me since being married to–make that just meeting–Michael Franco. On our first date, we had dinner and then got ice cream. Then, we got a phone call from a friend and decided to join a group of friends hiking up to Black Balsalm to camp out. Michael cheerfully dragged by huge blue Walmart this-girl-has-never-camped-before sleeping bag AND pillow all the way up there–while holding my hand to help me climb over all the rocks, since it was very, very dark. I really need to blog about all of our adventures in dating before I forget all the crazy-cool-and-sometimes-sketchy things we did.
In just five years, Michael and I have been through so many different experiences…moving out of state to a place where we knew no one…three job changes…moving out of state again…making new friends…having three children…starting and running our own business…buying our first home…trying to cut his arm off with a chainsaw…twice…and all in between, those oh-so-common ups and downs and we’re-just-trying-to-figure-all-this-outs of young marriage and parenthood.
I hope this song blesses you as much as it has blessed me. A friend posted it on her blog a few months ago, and it has stuck with me this summer especially. The lyrics…oh the lyrics…
|At a friend’s wedding a couple of weekends ago|
|On the night that Michael asked me to marry him, on May 2, 2007|
|Look at us little collegiate cuties:)|