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10 years ago, my car of college girls ran into a car of boys in the dollar movie theater parking lot in Provo.  The boys came over to our apartment, and upon coming in the door, Ryan noticed that he and I had the same studded belt on so he plopped down by me on the couch and we started talking music and bands.  He found out I hadn't seen Braveheart which meant he had to show it to me.  We talked all night.

He showed me Braveheart a few days later.

I tried to not like him.

I was graduating in a month and moving home, and last thing I wanted was a long distance relationship.

But Ryan was persistent.

And I gave in.

I fell hard and fast.

We were married in Oakland, on a gorgeous day.

 We were an hour and a half late to our luncheon because we were taking pictures and then in bad traffic from Oakland to Sacramento.

 We had a gorgeous reception in the backyard of Ryan's house.

 We had a little cake fight.

 We were so excited to be starting eternity together.

 And we became Mr. and Mrs. McPhie.

I won't lie and say that everything has been peachy keen since.

Marriage is hard.

We've had happiness, and sorrow.  Fights and laughter.  But most of all, we've had each other.  We have leaned on each other and do truly love each other more now than we did then.  

10 years later, I woke up to this.

 My side of the bathroom mirror covered in things from 2003.

Justin Timberlake, Cry Me a River?  Check.

Black Eyed Peas?  Check.

Santa Cruz trip?  Check.

Cancun trip?  Check.

Moving to AZ?  Check.

And around the house, pictures like this.

Braveheart - first date.

 This little gem was on the fridge.  I said, I thought Kendra Wilkinson had her baby uno way after 2003.  Ryan said that picture wasn't hung up because it happened in 2003, but this picture reminded him of us.  

Naturally.

The resemblance is uncanny.  

Oh, and this picture was still on our fridge when we had a babysitter in our house for seven hours.  She must think we're awesome.  Or super creeps.

Ryan was in court all day on our anniversary, and was prepping for a trial the following day, so we had a low key Italian lunch date, just like on our wedding day.

Then he planned a Saturday day-date.

We were going to hike Camelback, which he really was doing for me, because I always want to go hike, but he doesn't want to wake up.

10 years!  It's all down hill from here.  The mountain that is.

 We made it to the top!

Oh ya, and this baby came with us.

Going up was the easy part, it was coming down that I felt it.

I wore my belly band, but still needed an arm to support my belly.

I realized that you naturally lean back a little when going down hill, and with all this mass in front of me, I needed to lean extra far back to compensate.  Core. Work. Out.

We spent the rest of the day together, hanging out, having fun, bringing up memories from the last 10 years.  

It was a great anniversary.

Even if we weren't on a cruise.

(apparently they don't like preggo people on cruises)

I love you so much Ryan McPhie!

Thank you for putting up with me for the last ten years.

I'm excited for what's in store.