12

 I used to miss the newly wed stage which now I think is hilarious. Love after 12 happy years is becoming more magical by the minute. 

Happy Anniversary!

This guy is the best decision I ever made. 

I was 9 months pregnant and dying to never be pregnant again but now it's cute and kind of sad that part of our marriage is over. Kind of.

We look like babies!

If we only knew... 11 years of no sleep and diapers coming our way...

2002

2014

I like this excerpt from Elder Holland's talk However Long and Hard the Road:

Even love at first sight—if there is such a thing—is nothing like love after nineteen years, seven months, and eleven days, if my marriage to Sister Holland is any indication. Indeed “the best is [always] yet to be” (Robert Browning, “Rabbi Ben Ezra”).

In that sense Troilus, whose impatient love for Cressida makes him something of a basket case, teaches us a valuable lesson. “He that will have a cake out of the wheat must tarry the grinding,” Pandarus says to Troilus. “Have I not tarried?” Troilus pouts.

Pandarus: Ay, the grinding; but you must tarry the bolting.

Troilus: Have I not tarried?

Pandarus: Ay, the bolting; but you must tarry the leavening.

Troilus: Still have I tarried?

Pandarus: Ay, to the leavening; but here’s yet . . . the kneading, the making of the cake, the heating of the oven, and the baking; nay, you must stay the cooling too, or you may chance to burn your lips.

[Troilus and Cressida, act 1, scene 1, lines 14ff]

The baking of life’s best cakes takes time. Don’t despair of tarrying and trying. And don’t “burn your lips” with impatience.