Life at the Chicken Coop

Even Smaller Beginnings

Every year our anniversary comes during my favorite season without alot of ado, but this year, our FIFTH year, it seems like a big deal. Five years. That's longer than I went to college (okay, it really took me 6 years if you include my dual enrollment in community college and high school). And five years and three kids? That exhausts me just typing that. And when I married him, Travis was studying to become an electrical engineer. Little did I know that this hard-working, guitar-rocking young man would lead his family out to the "far side of the world" to Cleveland for four years. It has all been a process of faith. Faith when I accepted his proposal (wait, he never really proposed, but he did initiate marriage plans) that he would be the one for me for the rest of this life and eternity. Faith that he would provide for our growing family. Faith that he would be a loving Dad to our unborn children, and then faith that he would lead our little growing family as children came. And everyday I place greater faith in him. And he has never let me down in these huge matters. He is the Smashing Pumpkins to my Debussy, the calm to my compulsive storm, the patient to my out-of-whack-ness, the stable to my indecisiveness and the quiet to my incessant worry and talking. (He is also the handyman to my constant nesting instinct). After five years, I've learned to depend on him more, to understand him better and to know when to just let an issue drop. Here's to an infinite number of anniversaries to come!