The First Hundred Years Are The Hardest

Although, it’s Thanksgiving today, I didn’t want to let another event slip by unnoticed…

Today commemorates the 30th anniversary of this:

The typical BYU romance. The 27-year-old senior going for the 18-year-old freshman. She never saw it coming and he was running out of time. Shortly after a not-so-run-of-the-mill proposal, they were married for time and sealed for eternity in the Provo temple a year after my mom’s baptismal date.

Nine months and 1 day later (give or take a day or two)….

Two became three. Aric was introduced into the world on September 11, 1981. He was so stinkin’ cute, they wanted another…

Devin (Oct 12, 1982)

and another…

Megan (April 26, 1984)

and another…

Austin (Nov 29, 1985)

and another…

Kennon (July 26, 1987)

and another…

Quinton (May 6, 1990)

Ok, let’s take a break.


Sarah (March 21, 2003)

Babies– check, check, check, check, check, check, and check.

Since 7 kids wasn’t fun enough, our family continued to expand.

First, there was Brittany…

then there was Katie…

and then Shawn.

Then the babies had babies.

First, there was Kaden.

and then came Katelyn….

and then Brooklyn…

and soon after Savannah, Scarlett, and Skyler (our little angel).

Rumor has it, there’s another one on the way…

Not ours btw.

2,434,323 animals and fish adopted.

21,868 diapers changed.

1,560 Saturday morning breakfasts inhaled.

227 happy birthday songs butchered.

143 Little Caesars pizza nights celebrated.

120 turkey dinners devoured.

118 camping trips endured

3 teeth-pulling agonizing family home evenings completed (all the way-ish).

Too many blessings to count.

All because two people made the decision to get married, 30 years ago.

30 down, 70 to go.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad.

3 thoughts to “The First Hundred Years Are The Hardest”

  1. Thanks so much you guys! I laughed so hard mostly because it is all so true! Who’s kidding?!!!

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