Twelveseventeen.

Mr. Keller and I have been married for seven years today. This weekend he surprised me with flowers and a handwritten card (which rarely happens). He told me he adored me, which was very sweet. I treasure every letter he's ever written. We had all sorts of other random plans for a weekend out (slc and temple square were one of them), but we decided to stay home instead. I'm really glad we did. It was snowy and we were tired and had heavy hearts after friday. We got a babysitter saturday afternoon and went to the Hobbit and to dinner. We came home, put the boys to bed, built a fire and watched the Hallmark channel for the rest of the night. And I wasn't even the one who turned the channel to that station. I think we were both in need of something light.

This year feels different. We both know this. We sat across from each other at dinner and I cried. We both agreed how we've somehow turned a corner, turned a page and we're looking onward to a new path, a new chapter. Of course, I'm always looking back, and he's the one looking on. I'm longing, he's excited. And that is why we'll be just fine.

Jlk, in years past on this day, I may have loved you for being silly, for being romantic at the most unexpected times. Today, my feelings are deeper. Today, I love you for touching my tears, for staying right close when I can't sleep at night. I love you for comforting, blessing and protecting me with the power of the Priesthood. I love you for being my companion. Heavenly Father knew exactly who I needed to be by my side. I'm so glad it was you. How very perfect you are for me. You lead me on. For this I'm grateful. I love you with all my heart.