Yep, 11 wild years. LOL! I think we might be able to make it 3 years in a row without a surgery, but we'll have to wait and see. I'm not holding my breath...hahah.
All in all, we still love each other, poke fun at each other, joke about the hard times and enjoy a simple movie together, which is good because I don't see Andy rock climbing any time soon. Ha ha! One of the things I love the most about Andy is that he makes me laugh and I'm sure he would say the same about me. I think I've developed a good amount of spunk and snark over the years of trials. Is that my consolation prize?
I still have enough patience for both of us so that's good. He's the disciplinarian with the kids, but he still has the girls, Kaiya especially, wrapped around his fingers. Trooper, well, he's my bud. We *get* each other. And Ari - well, she's a 32-year-old stuck in a toddler's body, we've decided. She's basically my mini-me.
To celebrate 11 years of madness, I'm reminiscing with photos:
Just check out this wedding shot of me my dad photo-shopped. He enhanced my eyes. Cool, huh? I want to bedazzle things in photoshop! Another thing to put on the list. The pics aren't very big so just click on them to enlarge.

This was just a random picture of Andy and I in the reception line but I think he looks so hot right here so I just had to share. =)

One of us dancing and my crown of ivy, grapes and charms.