Happy Father's Day & 6 Years of Marriage

This past week we celebrated our 6 year anniversary, time is flying by. 

 

Faster for some, like my little brother Herschel who said this in response to my Facebook:

"HATES THIS [announcement 6 years married], cuz i am your brother and only realized this moment...how disconnected our family is, i thought you had only been married a little over a year..."

Apparently half a decade is only a mere year for Hersch.  Maybe being blind also affects your sense of time.

{Herschel at 13 or 14, and this is a good depiction of our relationship}

I thought it was really funny, and made me think how old Herschel was when we were dating/engaged/ married, and he was 14.

I think we were engaged, so Rhett had interacted with Herschel a hand full of times and commented how he much love cheese.

I was impressed Rhett knew that, thinking he'd been bonding with the little bro, and asked how he'd picked that up.

Well I just assume he loves cheese because every single time I've seen him he's wearing the same shirt.

Black t-shirt that says:
cheese is good.

Got to love Herschel.

Anyway, here's my brag for Rhett for the anniversary and Father's Day.

Rhett and I met my freshman year of college, I was 18 and he was 22.

We would all hang out at the house he was living in with all his roommates, who were all between 22-30 year old men, so Rhett was the baby in the house, and we were really young 18-year-olds hanging out with all these older guys.

I can't remember how they all got talking about it, but they were talking about guys who come home from their missions, get married and have kids right off.  Some saying they had friends with 8 year old kids and what not.  At that point we were playing cards and Rhett slammed a fist on the table and said how those guys had it so easy and how he wished it was him or something.

I remember being really surprised that a) a young guy really ached to get married and have kids and b) that he was so open about it.

The conversation moved on, but after we left that night, Molly and I both commented how "cute" we thought Rhett's comment was and how we hoped he could get married and have kids soon since it was so important to him. 

So after that night we all had a new nickname for him: "Daddy Rhett." 

I had no idea at that time, that it would be my own children that would be calling him Daddy.

I'm grateful to have married a man that lives his life in a way that enables me to tell my son:

 "Grow up to be just like Dad." 

If my little Rhett is just like the big Rhett, I would feel like I'd succeeded as a parent, so I'm grateful to be his wife and have the chance for my children to look up to him as their father...now to fix all the mental issues of having me as their mother.

{mother's day 2010}