Today is our five-year wedding anniversary.
I am an Old. Married. Woman.
Do you have any idea how fast five years goes by?
It seems like yesterday that we were here:

At the Historic Dent House in Chattanooga, taking pictures, and then here:

In the doorway of the Chattanooga Church, waiting to exchange vows. I had an absolute blast at my wedding. I remember asking my parents, "Can we do it all over again?" Which brings me to my absolute favorite picture of my wedding. It's not me, not David, not anything remotely romantic. It is my parents, being my parents:

I would put a caption here, but I'm pretty sure you can figure out what's going on.
David and I have done a lot over the past five years. We've traveled to Hawaii, Phoenix, Sedona, Gulf Shores, Minnesota, Wisconsin, the Biltmore House and Disney World. We've built a house together, and supported each other during career changes. We've worked together in real estate, thereby yielding the ever-so-popular question: "
YOU TWO are
MARRIED?"
But our greatest traveling adventure began at 3:10 a.m. on January 9th, 2008, to a delivery room to meet our greatest accomplishment to date:


Who is the best anniversary gift ever.