Cheesy

We took off to AZ this past weekend for our traditional ASU/WSU football game.
Since we hadn't been back to Chili's since 1998 together...we thought we would take the whole fam.

As we were sitting at the table, I started looking around remembering the night Coaster Boy gave me his number. I started to cry. Yep, yep I did.
Looking at Lu and Briggs and just how thankful and blessed I am. I couldn't contain myself.
I'm so stinkin glad Zeb had the balls to give me his number. And that I later pranked called him.
I'm even more happy that God put us back together in the same little town in an entire different state, 7 years after the coaster/number exchange.

#staymarried

I think marriage is absolutely the hardest job there is. Harder than parenting. Harder than supporting donkey's. Harder than flying an airplane (never done this, it just seems really difficult).

Having had one failed marriage (yes, really weird to think I was married before) and having my parents divorce (more than once) I want to make sure.....absolutely sure, this amazingly, incredibly hard, ever changing thing we (coaster boy and I) have got going on sticks. Forever. And Ever. I mean until I die.

This blog here has had some really, really good post. Every single post is talking right at me. Swear.
And more than anything I want my marriage to succeed with my man, but I also want it to succeed with yours.

So check it out.
#staymarried