Nine years ago today I was standing at the alter of the pointy church on Sheridan road in Bremerton Washington. A church that has since closed it’s doors. I like to think that after a pair of awesome people such as my wife and me for married there, nothing else could live up to it. In reality I know it’s because it was an old church that had a failing congregation. It was called St Luke’s United Methodist church. Why did we get married in a church? Are we religious? Not really. We’ve been to church. We say grace at dinner from time to time. Kaylie’s grandma is Catholic, her mom was raised Catholic. My dad was raised southern Baptist. I was raised pretty much without religion. It just wasn’t a topic we really discussed. We had a Christmas Tree and a Menorah every year during the holidays. So why a church? I’ve been asked this a few times, and the answer is simple. We wanted to. We wanted to be married in a church. We wanted the symbolism that comes with it. Simple as that.
I remember the time leading up to the wedding. I wasn’t REALLY that nervous. I wasn’t worried about her not going through with it. I was getting married to my best friend. I was getting married to the person who was literally my other half. We are not the same person, we are so different in a lot of ways. We compliment each other and work well together.
When I met her it was game over. I didn’t think about anyone else. Anyone who has been reading my blogs for a long time (this is year 15 of me blogging on this thing) knows that I wrote some blogs back when I first met her about “the girls in my life” and she was my mystery girl. I re-read those and it’s blatantly obvious that I was smitten over her, even when I was talking about my “options” with these other girls. As soon as I started hanging out with Kaylie, and got to meet and got to know Kodi and Jakob, then her two sons, now my sons, I don’t know. I just never felt like I would ever be with anyone else. She was the one. This was my family. Once I was with her I never had the thought that she wasn’t “the one” for me for the rest of my life.
We started dating on September 1, 2006, got engaged on November 19th, 2006 and married February 3rd 2007. Yeah, you read that right. Dated for two months then got engaged and married 3 months later. SIX MONTHS together before I could call her my wife. Honestly, I was ready to marry her in New York the night I asked her. We looked into it there but ultimately decided that if we got married without our respective families there we would never hear the end of it. I wont tell you the tale of our engagement, I’ll save that for a future post. I will say that it was magical.
For the last 9 years Kaylie has been the reason I keep moving forward with my life. While married to her I have graduated collage, had three more beautiful children, bought a house, bought 2 cars, start my career, and an possibly looking into selling the house we bought together to build a house. All because she pushed me to get my education and get a job in a field that I could excel in. During this time she has also graduate college, become a mother to our FIVE amazing kids, been the keeper of all things TH3 and the glue that holds us together as a family. Been our stability as a family and made sure we have what we needed to not only survive but thrive.
I’m not going to sit here and tell you it’s been all candy canes and good times. There have been some dark times. There have been times were we were so mad at each other we couldn’t look at each other. There have been lows. We have equally done things that upset the other. But none of that matters. In the end, no matter how mad we get at each other, no matter how irritated she makes me or I make her, in the end we love each other. Above all else. To me, she is the only woman in the world that I would ever want to have kids with. To be able to pick someone so perfect for me, so smart, beautiful, strong willed, and stubborn to put up with me and still love me through all my faults.
On this day, I say happy anniversary Kaylie. It’s been 9 amazing years. I look forward to writing another one of these in nine years reflecting on our 18th anniversary.