We are not a fairy tale romance.

I don’t really enjoy telling people how we met, nor can I recall our “first date.”

What I do know is that on a rainy Friday evening eight years ago today, we gathered with his children, my parents, two special friends, and another kind minister friend, and left all the doubts behind.

I became his Mrs. and he, my husband.

And eight years, one wedding, two more kids, manymanymany changes, leaps of faith, epic battles, thousands of miles, and a whole bunch of lovely $5 Movie Mondays, we’re still best friends.

And I wouldn’t trade it for a fairy tale.

For new readers, this is a pretty good depiction of our story.