It's Valentine's Day. You know, that one day a year that you're supposed to show the person you love that you love them. In case you forget to on other days, this day will make up for it, right? Okay, so it's a little silly. It's ridiculously commercial. But I still like it.
I did a little digging and found some photos (above) from our first Valentine's day after we got married. [ETA: I just noticed I also used one of these pictures in last year's Valentine post. I had completely forgotten! I guess next year I will have to get more creative...] This was one of the only Valentine's Days that we've ever gone out to a semi-fancy dinner. At the time we were living in my parent's gigantic house in Oregon while it was for sale (my parents had moved up to Washington). My grandparents and sister also lived there so we decided it would be nice to get out of the house for the evening and so we did!
It's funny looking at these photos now. My hair was short. My dress was short. I'm pretty sure I had a pink streak in my hair. Lance had a scraggly beard(??). It's crazy to think about who we were then versus who we are now. So completely and utterly different, yet still so very the same. I can't even explain it, but it's a good thing. I promise.
And now the lovey-dovey-valentiney part. I can't even put into words how blessed I am to have this man as my husband. I am so grateful for his patience, devotion, and easy-going nature. I don't think I could imagine a more perfect match.
So, Lance, I love you dearly! Thanks for being my Valentine for the 9th(!!!!) year in a row. Here's to 99 more! xoxo, Ky