12 years. That's a big deal. I don't take lightly the blessing that God has given me through my marriage. I love this guy. Matty is my best bud. We have more fun than we should together. Life is never dull or anything short of hilarious with him by my side. I am so, so thankful for him. And I love him to pieces.
Today granny came up to watch the kids for us after church. We had this brilliant idea - let's go skiing!
I was ready. I had the gear. I stretched for a minute. Had good protein in my belly to keep me going. We had no kids. We were going to tackle this mountain... You see - I - clumsy Sarah, married an athlete. And for some reason the ONLY thing that I can say I'm better than him at is skiing. Yup. I'm a rockstar.
We hit the slopes and after my first, somewhat shakey run, it all came flooding back and I was ready to act like I was an Olympic athlete competing in Sochi. (Ok, maybe not exactly like that). Our next few runs went great. Then something happened. Our knees started to ache. My back was getting sore from having to bear down on the icy patches. And we both realized something. Our minds might be young but our bodies are getting old! After a few hours we left and went to dinner at one of our favorite places in Boone. I had been looking forward to their fried pickles all week long.
Over great kid- free conversation we told each other just how much we like each other. And were thankful. For these past 12 years, for the years to come. I am thankful. So very, very thankful.
Happy anniversary Matt.