Thirteen years ago today, I married the love of my life.
To celebrate such a momentous occasion, we drove to Marquette for orthodontist appointments.
And since our three beautiful daughters are the greatest thing that the two of us have accomplished in these thirteen years (even if their teeth aren't perfect), we spent the day exploring with them. We walked halfway to the lighthouse out on Presque Isle (I wouldn't let them go further, much to their chagrin) and found hundreds of beautiful rocks on the beach. We also went shopping, which is something we have to do in Marquette since they have these amazing things called stores there. Like Target, Menard's, and Michael's.
We did manage to arrange some babysitting for the three princesses while we headed off to an anniversary dinner at a fancy schmancy restaurant. We couldn't have gone there without a gift card from some dear friends, and even after that generous gift we paid much more than we usually do on a night out to dinner. But, thirteen years, you know. It's something to celebrate. And it was absolutely worth it.
Thirteen years, and he's still the love of my life.