I Love You The Most

Growing up I always believed that my dad loved me the most. I don't know why I thought this. It was just always a belief I had firmly secured in my mind. Needless to say I was more than surprised when I discovered that he loved my mom the most. (He later wrote me a letter on my mission telling me he still loved me the most but not to tell anyone. Little did he know that I save all my letters. hehehe!!!)

But now that I am all grown up and married ... well, married at least, I now understand why husbands and wives love each other the most. Brett and I are constantly telling each other this.

In some ways I can't believe that 18 years have already passed. On the other hand I feel like I have been married to Brett forever because I can no longer imagine my life without him. My years with him have been my happiest and best years. Life isn't perfect but life with Brett is made easier because of who he is. He makes me laugh when laughing is the last thing on my mind. He is my permanent Primary substitute when he already has his own calling in the ward. He also makes the best cookies, makes dinner on Sundays (yes, cereal is often on the menu), takes kids out of the house on Saturday afternoons and hands me the remote if I ask for it.

Sharing our anniversary with our kids yesterday was so much fun.

Brett turned the plates into frisbees...

we reenacted a wedding day moment...

and enjoyed the view.

I know that life will have many twists and turns in the future but I'm so grateful to have Brett at my side. We are stronger, happier and better because we are together.

I love him the most.