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Sam and I got married a week after I turned 24. He was still in school finishing out his last simester. We lived in an old apartment off Briarcliff rd, we had a slew of friends that lived in the same complex. We were kids exploring our new world. Sam could barely hang a picture and I don't think I had ever really cooked dinner (other than like Easy mac or something). We were poor and we were happy.

Since then we've been through more than most couples: taking care of Sam's parents after hurricane Katrina (wish I had done some things differently), within a couple of years we lost them both (miss them every day), I was pregnant, I gave birth to Matilda, we both have had career highs and lows, dealt with heartbreak, we bought our first house, the economy hit us hard, we are renovating our second house, and little Phoebe just recently came along. So many wonderful memories, more so than sad ones. It has made us stronger. We love each other more than ever.

I'm so grateful that God had us meet on livejournal (way before blogs) all those years ago. Sam is way more than what my twenty-something self thought (and I thought a lot about him!). He's incredibly strong. He's a rock for our family. He works so hard for us. He's ridiculously creative and handy (oh I have so many projects in store for him. ha!). He's really easy on the eyes too.

Love doing life with you Sam. Here's to many, many more years of craziness. XO

wedding picture by tom smarch
last photo by jessica mahady

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