7 Years...

I became Mrs. Schlosser seven years ago on April 9th.  (I didn't actually legally change my name until last year when the DMV wouldn't let me renew my license without making it official, but I digress.)  It has been a most wonderful, crazy, blissful, stressful, blessed handful of years.

It would take me a lifetime to list everything I love about my husband, but here are a few reasons why I feel so lucky he's mine...

I married my best friend.  This man has been cracking me up (and making me angry) since we were 15.  He threw me a sweet 16 surprise party and took me to his junior prom.  And yes- that's him giving me bunny ears.  Because we've known each other for so long, he's loved me through my so-crazy-I-had-to-be-hospitalized years, happy high school years, and so-depressed-I-began-eating-my-feelings-and-gained-100 lbs years.  A constant through all that was his love, support, and most importantly- his sense of humor.

Lucky for him, he was also my friend the day I decided on a whim to go backpacking through Europe when I was 19.  He joined me for a two week tour through England, Scotland, Italy, and France.  We even got to see the Pope in Rome together!  Another thing I love about Trenton is that he waited patiently while I dated other guys.  After five years of being in the "friend zone", we kissed for the first time by the Fountain della Repubblica in Rome.

He made our marriage a forever one.  And took me on a romantic honeymoon to Mexico.

He supported my undying desire to earn a degree, and we bought a house together and worked hard to make it a home.  Three years into the marriage, he stepped up and became the best daddy ever to our three sweet butter-babies. 

I also love my precious husband for the kind of man he was during our deepest trials so far.  I will never forget the warmth of his hands holding mine when I was being wheeled into the operating room after losing the babies we never had the blessing of raising.  And how encouraging he was during that horrifying time in my life.

I love him because he works hard, doesn't mind cleaning up the kids' puke, is always faithful, and he makes me laugh, especially when things aren't particularly funny.

He may have come home this past Monday (our actual anniversary) without flowers (a big no-no, and hopefully he learned his lesson) but it's because he had planned an overnight in Denver- a trip which, as it turned out, involved many, many flowers!

We started our little vacation with a "quick" trip to my favorite new store.  We couldn't pass up tasting what they're famous for.  And they were yummy. Our hotel was right on 16th street, which was happy and busy with spring.  Trenton and I couldn't have asked for a better evening.

Trenton dragged me to a restaurant that turned out to be one of my new favorite places.  They run on the sun and their food tastes as fresh as summer.  You can eat inside or out, and both make you feel like you've walked into an organic culinary playground.  The owners put it best when they said, "We yearn for that blissful moment that uses the powers of food, smell, sight, taste, and memory to take us to a happy place; that after school hangout, the corner deli, the pizza place and sometimes even Mom’s kitchen."

After grabbing a "gardeny" lunch, Trenton and I spent a few hours at the Denver Botanic Gardens.  Also known as, "Heaven on Earth." 

Trenton gave me a very sweet little bracelet with roses all over it.  He did give me flowers, after all.