7 years

7 years of good luck...

Chay and I were married 7 years ago. Holy smokes! Life is passing so quickly.

I really like hearing Chay's voice when he calls me from work. It is deep but kind...and soft. You know, reassuring.

Some lines from Sarah's song "Push" that remind me of Chay and I.

You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land

I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do 'cause you're too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go
You wont stoop down to battle but you never turn to go

There are times I can't decide when I can't tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise Id drown
But you pick me up & brush me off and tell me I'm OK
sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day

But you know what my favorite part of our marriage is?...-is bedtime. Bedtime...the house is finally quiet and we can lay in bed together with my head resting right below his shoulder and his arm around me- oh I just love it!

Snuggle up and get warm
fight over who has most of the blanket
talk about funny things the girls said that day
talk about really fat cats
quote The office
go over our to-do lists
watch YouTube on the Droid
talk about politics together- ok it's just me talking but Chay listens
talk about goals, school, callings, paper route, health, work, stories from childhood
prayer
footsies
covered wagons- not funny

Sometimes we don't talk at all. Sometimes there just isn't anything to say.
Comfortable safe silence.

unless I'm mad of course...now that isn't comfortable silence obviously. Whoever said it was wise to never go to bed angry was dumb. Usually by morning I'm so out of it, I don't even recall what I was upset about.

Anyway- happy 7. Happy seven I'm in heaven.

Check out those chops.



love you Chay.