A Little Older and Happier than Ever

It has been ages since I've posted.  I'm guessing no one's sitting in front of their computer, thinking, Man, I wish Rachel would post something new.  But I have been thinking, Man, I should post something.  This is kind of like my journal.  Well, I've been busy.  But, with all that's happened, I've neglected to do something really important, and that is to brag a little about having married an amazing man 10 years ago.  We celebrated the big 10 on July 2nd, and I sure am happy about it.  Here's how I still see us:

 Super young and skinny.  Here is our life 10 years later (thanks, Stacie, for this awesome picture):

We may be older, chubbier, and a little more tired-looking, but look at those boys we've gotten along the way!  10 years have been good to us.  A lot of people go on fabulous trips for their 10th anniversaries, but, since the littlest guy is still dependent on me for some of his nourishment (was that discreet enough?), we bought this little honey instead:

It was my dream car in high school, and now we have one.  That is a 1992 Miata.  I have been learning how to drive stick, under the patient tutelage of my husband, and much to the amusement of my friends.  We also went on a date that included dinner and bowling.  My bowling arm is still sore 3 days later.  So I may see myself as a youthful 24-year-old, but my body feels much more like the almost-35-year-old that I actually am.  But I digress.  This week has had its sorrows, but there has been much to celebrate as well.

Speaking of feeling my 35 years, we went water skiing yesterday.  I'm sore in places I didn't know existed.  I remember going to Lake Powell 15 years ago and water skiing for hours without feeling a thing.  Inspiration to exercise more, I guess.  The good news was that my body allowed me to get up on the skis at all.

Happy 10 years to my hubs, and happy summer to all y'all!