Eight years ago today Matt and I married in the Salt Lake City LDS Temple. Three degrees, eight moves, fourteen jobs, and two-and-two-thirds kids later I love him more than ever. Those of you who know him well may think you know what a great guy he is. But really, you don't even know the half of it.

I knew I had a good catch when I married him, but as the years have passed I realize more and more what a genius I was when I snagged him and convinced him to marry me.
If I'm being completely honest, I should give him some credit for working hard to win me over.
- He never complained when we were dating and I'd go on dates with other guys. (After the dates had concluded I'd usually call Matt and spend the rest of the evening with him, so I don't think he worried too much. :))
- When he said "I love you" for the first time, and I responded with, "I'm not ready for that," he didn't bat an eye.
- He claims our relationship crept along taking two steps forward, then
one step back, and that he had to be subtle and sneaky with his feelings
for me--an unsuspecting freshman in college.
- He didn't give up when after dating for seven months I told him, "I'd give it a 50/50 chance we'll be dating after our summer apart". (For the record, I thought those odds were good.)
As it turns out we talked on the phone an average of three hours a day that summer, and shortly after returning for fall semester at BYU-Idaho, Matt proposed. The rest is history.
Four years ago I made this short video. (It's compressed and really pixally. Wish I had the original, but I don't.) Because I'm lazy and pregnant, I'll just repost it. Add four years, Kaitlyn and this third daughter joining our family, and you haven't missed much!
Happy anniversary, Matt. I love you.