December 27th, 2003.
Eight years later, we are still happily married.
Eight years later, we are still working (hard) on us.
Eight years later, we are still excited about our future.
Eight years later, our vows still mean as much as they did when we first said them.
Here's to true love. Not blind, not fairytale, not perfect.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)