Wedded Bliss

Today is our anniversary.
Trevor forgot.
I forgot till my sister in law reminded me.
Awesome!
We really are glad we are married. I mean, three kids in three years? Something must be going right.

No, in all seriousness, I married Trevor because, among various other reasons, he made me uncomfortable. Isn't that strange? Every other man bored me, didn't challenge me, wouldn't push me, and made me feel like I was settling. Than came along the cowboy, who looked like a total HOTTIE, yet slightly metrosexual back then. PROOF:

He took me to PF Changs in huge Diesel red truck, tried to hide his Dolly Parton CDs, ordered 7 dishes (I was a big huskier back then...), and then invited me over to watch Bill O'Reilly. I had a somewhat pseduo-boyfriend at the time, who was quickly dumped via text message (Class act I was) since something much better had come along. Two weeks later, Trevor confessed his love (I'm not joking) to the sultry tunes of Garth Brooks. This was his one and only show of emotion ever or since. So I knew he meant it.

Dating.

First picture together.

Except for the time we broke up, he moved to Minnesota, me to SLC, and he showed up my door step (in tears...cough cough) a week later. Best decision he ever made, I bargain. Months later, we get married. A year later, we have a perfect son. 2 years later, we have twin girls. Oh, and there's a damn dog thrown in there too (apologies for cursing, but the dog deserves it.).
Love you Trevor, even if you did decide to go sell cattle in Utah on our anniversary.

I hope you enjoy your night cuddled up to bovines, while I cuddle with Treyson.

At least your heart will be warmed reading this blog post devoted to our love.

hurry home.

And, thanks for making me perfectly uncomfortable. It's been quite the ride.