Fifteen years of shared calendars, unfinished conversations, inside jokes, grocery runs, late-night worries, and learning each other in every season of life. It’s not always glamorous, but it’s real. There’s something beautifully humbling about reaching fifteen years together. 

We aren't big on parties, our schedules are quite the opposite for trying to celebrate, and most importantly sometimes things come up. Two years ago, my daughter went into labor with my grandson. He was born on our wedding anniversary.  I tease my husband all the time that he could never beat that present. But fifteen years is a reason to celebrate. Not with a party, but spending time together.

I read about a museum in Tennessee and on a whim and that is where we will be going. I'm sure I will be taking a lot of photos and I will share with you all next week. If anyone is local to Pigeon Forge please let me know the best places to go. 

Here’s to fifteen years. To the versions of us we had to become. To every hard conversation that made us stronger. To choosing each other again and again. And to the road ahead wherever it takes us next.