Ten years ago today two little kids got married. In the LDS Temple in Portland, Oregon. The sun was shining. There was so much family love: grandparents (almost all who have passed away now), parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings. It was a surreal, powerful, and perfect day. Probably the most perfect day of my entire life.
I was terrified. Jittery in my three-inch satin heels. But I knew as long as I stuck with the guy by my side, everything would be all right.
That is how it was, and that is how it has been. Whenever things get off-kilter, chaotic, frustrating, I come back to this: this union (in our faith we call it a sealing) forged in our temple, ordained by heaven.
Ten years. So many moves, so many years of schooling. Four of the spunkiest kids on God’s green Earth.
Jackson said yesterday, “Ten years and four boys. Let’s see, if you do the math, then by 2020 you’ll have eight boys! And by 2040 you’ll have sixteen boys.”
Well…we’ll see. But with the surprises that have come our way the past ten years, perhaps anything is possible.
Love you, Seth. Thanks for sticking with me.