06/02/2026
Twenty years. 🤍
20 years.
7,305 days.
240 months. 2 full decades.
Long enough for babies to become adults, for technology and trends to rise and fade, for entire seasons of life to come and go.
And yet, somehow, it doesn’t feel like twenty years. 🤷🏼♀️
Because 20 years would mean we’re older than those two 21 old kids who decided one weekend to wander into the magistrates office in Fayetteville, NC and say I do.
Can you believe that? 21 years old.
We didn’t know much about what life would ask of us. We only knew that we wanted to build a life together. And that’s exactly what we did.
20 years would mean we’ve raised two incredible boys. One already grown and stepping into adulthood. The other still growing faster than we’d like. 🫤
It would mean we’ve endured deployments and homecomings. Bought a home.
Started businesses from scratch. Built careers. Traveled farther than we ever imagined.
Sat in hospital rooms. Cried tears of heartbreak and tears of gratitude.
Lost people we love.
Watched our boys become their own people.
It would mean we’ve carried burdens that felt too heavy and celebrated victories that felt impossible.
It would mean we’ve learned that marriage isn’t built in the big moments. It’s built in the ordinary ones.
You know the ones -
The Tuesday nights.
The car rides.
The grocery store runs to Walmart
The prayers whispered when nobody else knew.
It would mean after 20 years, we’ve changed too.
The 21 yr old versions of us are long gone. Life has shaped us, stretched us, humbled us, and changed us in ways we never could have imagined.
We learned one of the greatest gifts of marriage isn’t just loving who someone is today. It’s learning to love who they’re becoming tomorrow.
By every measure, 20 years have passed, but that’s not what it feels like.
We’ve spent twenty years growing, changing, and finding our way forward together.
And somehow, after all this time, you’re still my favorite part. 😉
Happy 20th Anniversary, Chris!