Ten Years of Wedded Bliss

Dear Bill,

We've been married for ten years. It's hard to wrap my mind around that. Ten years seems like such a long amount of time, yet it has flown by. I remember that one day at my parent's house in Rocklin. You know the day...I like to think of it as The Intervention. Our parents sat us down and talked to us about what a mistake we would be making by getting married. Even your dad chimed in about us being too young to get married. Here we are ten years later. In another ten, we'll probably be sitting down with Kelsey and Some Guy telling them DON'T GET MARRIED THIS YOUNG.

I have grown so much as a person, a wife, and a mom since we got married. In our first few bumbling years of marriage, you were endlessly patient with me when I would accuse you of going to play golf to get away from me. What can I say? I was eighteen years old. It was hard those first few years (thank God Will was such a good baby), but we both grew up (If we're honest with each other, it was me more than you). I learned how to balance being my own person with being a wife and mom. Kelsey was unexpected (which should have been a sign), but we made it through that too.

We moved from California to Idaho. If there's anything you know about me, it's that I HATE MOVING. I told you in 2006 that if we made the move successfully without killing each other or ending up in Divorce Court that we could weather anything. We've had our ups and downs like any couple, but we came out together on the other side. If we could handle an out-of-state move, we could handle the world. And we have.

Ten years, Bill. We made it.

Love,
Casee