Today marks 25 years since you got married in the Salt Lake Temple on that very snowy day less than a week before Christmas. My first reaction was, "I can't even comprehend being with someone for 25 years. I mean, I haven't even been alive that long!" Then I realized that if I had been alive that long, you'd both have some splainin' to do.
In honor of this occasion, there is so much I have to thank you for...
For being the rockingest parents around.
For laughing at each other's jokes and knowing when to say, "It's really good you have a son/daughter who will laugh at your lame jokes."
For playing scrabble with each other on a regular basis.
For holding hands during church.
For going on thrift store dates.
For giving each other books as gifts.
For keeping us safe, warm, and fed.
For spending your 25th anniversary at the Neil Diamond concert.
For taking us on some truly awesome family vacations.
For passing along your love of learning.
For watching "Law & Order" together every single Wednesday.
For getting married even though Dad postponed the original wedding date. (Seriously, Dad, what's up with that?)
For teaching us kids about sacrifice, compromise, and love.
At the risk of sounding unbelievably cheesy, I really hope the next 25 years are even more amazing.
(P.S. I meant to ask if it was okay to post this picture on my blog, but I, uh, forgot. Hope that's cool. Besides, it's a great picture of you two.)