The Perfect 7

7 is my favorite number.  It might have something to do with the fact that I was born on the 7th.  Or that it is considered the "perfect" number.  Maybe.  But it is a beautiful number and I love it.

Seven years ago today, I woke up with a smile on my face.  I walked down my parent's stairs, and snuggled on my own mom's lap as she drank her morning coffee and cried tears of joy and sadness mixed as she reminisced about my childhood and realized how fast it all went.

I got ready for my day a little different than normal this time.  Instead of running a flat iron through my hair, I drove to the salon to have it curled just right.  I slightly panicked about not having an umbrella when I walked out to my car in a windstorm - today of all days! 

I went back home to do my makeup, taking more care in how it was placed...to make sure it would stay there while looking as perfect as possible.

My life was about to change forever.

Seven years ago today, I married my high school sweetheart, my soulmate, the love of my life, and my other half.

                 Babes,

Thank you for loving me in a way I never deserved and for making me feel like the most important person in your world on a daily basis!  I love you more than words could describe.  My life would feel so empty without you in it!

                                     Love Always