I married Bob.
July 7, 2002.
I blogged a little about the wedding weekend last year. And followed it up with a (not comprehensive) list of why I married him.
This year, I'll show you something Bob's doing for me.
I've learned that one of my love languages is home improvement. Bob's speaking my language:
In case that's unrecognizable in the picture, Bob's working on our downstairs half bath. Our friend Fritz has been gutting it, and now Bob's working on eliminating the texture from the walls. (We really love smooth old plaster walls.) And he's working with a toddler in his lap, who desperately wants to be involved.
I love this man.
Happy anniversary, Bob. Nine years, and I pray for many, many more.