year 6

Did you think I forgot about this series? I kind of did. But I don't want to stop even though the posts are more challenging than just posting some cute pictures of the kids. 

Here we are after we left off at the farm.

Every time I hear that song, We Found Love, I choke up. A lot, like sometimes I pullover if I am driving because it gets that ugly. Matt and I have this wild story. Or maybe it just feels wild because I am such a control freak and when I pictured my future before I met Matt, it was mostly an all white apartment with no kids. No kids ever. (Ha! Universe, you are so funny.)

Anyway, Matt and I pulled right up to the edge in our teen dating saga and somehow did not fall off. Maybe we fell off and climbed out of the pit. Either way, I had these days when I would just marvel at how in the world we weren't both dead. And not only were we not dead but things resembled some kind of love story, one you would want to be in.

I was worried about the edge though. I hoped it was a one and done. That we had checked the box and were never going to let things get that way again. This meant a lot of working for Matt. Extra hours being a good provider and a great employee. For me it was apparently changing my hair and baking cupcakes. (No one is ever a mess with good hair and baked goods!) But we found the edge many times.

We found the edge when I tried to make Matt go to Baptist church events. And that same cliff appeared when we were outnumbered 3 kids to just the two of us. And again when we welcomed Collin into the world, moved from Weiser to Nampa, got in a fender bender and had out of town family visiting in one week's time.

That was year six. The edge. Again. The farm was not a good fit anymore, for many reasons outside our control. (gas was almost $5 a gallon and Matt had an hour commute, for one) So we of course had a baby and moved into a blue shag-carpeted dump close to Matt's work.

There was a year seven but that was year six of marriage.