44 and counting <3

Today is a special day for Russ and me. 

Forty-four years ago we were married in his home town church. 

It doesn’t seem but a blink of an eye ago, but here we are with the gray strands and wrinkles and assorted aches and buckets full of memories of life lived out day by day ever since we took our vows and headed off in a cereal and syrup encrusted Impala, thanks to his groomsmen. 

We have moved a lot, worked and played, learned not to wallpaper together and been thankful for every single day God has given us. 

Even the ones that weren’t so great. 

He is a gift of God’s grace to me and tops my list of blessings every time I go to count them. 

Tonight we will do as we have done for quite a few of our anniversaries and celebrate by watching the next generation do what they love.

From yard chairs at fields separated by a good 15 miles we will reconnect after the scoreboards go dim and make our way back home. 

And tomorrow we will get up and do it all again. 

Best. Life. Ever. 

<3