10 years ago today, a dorky 23-year-old law student married a smoking hot elementary school teacher.  During the honeymoon, the dorky one fell on the sail of his wind-surfboard and nearly lost the ability to have kids.  The hot one got whiplash in the bed  … no not like that sicko.  She got a running start and slid into the bed, face first, trying to be funny.

After the honeymoon, they made it through two years of lawschool and realized along the way that teaching elementary school would be great if the parents didn’t suck so much.  (The parents made the hot one cry at the dinner table nearly every night.)  Life moved on, and at some point, the dorky one, chasing the hot one around their little condo, ran into the kitchen and nearly fractured his tailbone while realizing that clean white socks and clean white linoleum do not a good combination make.

Life moved on, and they moved out of their little condo into a big house with a big house payment.  Life really started moving when babies started showing up.  Where DO they come from anyway?  It wasn’t just a dorky guy and a hot girl anymore.  No, they were joined by two kids, one kid an old soul in new skin and the other kid pure soul in itchy skin.

The dorky one decided to start a youth group and so, yep you guessed it - more kids, other people’s kids this time.  Life moved on and the dorky one then got the bright idea to start a church and so, yep you guessed it - more people, lots and lots and lots of people.  Lonely nights in their little condo replaced with occasional date nights and having to pay a babysitter and having to turn off cell phones.

The hot one stayed hot, but she grew up, too.  She grew wiser.  People see that in her, and they come to her for it.  The best thing about her, everybody sees, is that she’s most beautiful on the inside.

Finally, here we are 10 years later, still dorky and still hot.  Still in love.  Still watching life move on.