Holdin' Down the Fort: Eighteen Years

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Eighteen Years

Bret and I had a conversation the other day...I need to blog it so this moment in time doesn't slip away unnoticed.

It was fall of 1990--late August--when I began my first semester at Rick's College in Rexburg, Idaho. I was 18 years old. My roommate Tricia had a cute and fun twin brother who would stop by often to eat and visit. In fact, I even dated this cute brother...and three years later I married Bret!

Bret and I did the math. We met when we were 18...which was 18 years ago! We have known each other for the same length of time that we haven't known each other.

This may make me an old person...but, age has its advantages. Knowing Bret for 18 years is the best!

6 comments:

Blake and Rhonda said...: What a fun memory! It is amazing how fast time goes.; September 14, 2008 at 10:13 PM
Vote 4 Lexi said...: Happy for Kurt, SAD for Jilly!! Can you believe we were at Ricks that long ago!! Yikes, we sure are YOUNG!!; September 15, 2008 at 6:30 AM
Janetlee said...: You both look so great...18 years later too. Happy anniversary.; September 15, 2008 at 8:34 AM
wyomingerica said...: wow that is crazy congrads on your anniversary. Happy for Kurt, sad for Jilly.; September 15, 2008 at 11:28 AM
Anonymous said...: I remember those Ricks days! You were so cute together!! I'm so glad that things worked out for you and that you are still going strong!; September 29, 2008 at 10:59 PM
Anonymous said...: I know that picture!!; October 10, 2008 at 9:16 PM

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How do we reduce the pressure and enjoy our families more? "...recognize that the joy of motherhood comes in moments. There will be hard times and frustrating times. But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction. Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments. She said "The biggest mistake I made {as a parent} is the one that most of us make...I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of {my three children} sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less" (from "Daughters of God", Ballard April 2008; click on image for complete article)