I married Timothy Hampton.
He proposed to me at my work. My boss pretended that we were having a gathering and as I was standing there waiting, I looked up to see Tim walking down the hall carrying a dozen roses. What a loves, he even got down on one knee.
We got married at the courthouse then went to the Hilton for a lunch.
We stayed at the beautiful Royal Palms in Scottsdale. This is one of my favorite pictures of Tim, isn't he handsome?
We took our kids with us on our honeymoon. We rode together in a van to San Diego and Disneyland. I wouldn't recommend anyone taking their kids with them on their honeymoon.
Here is a typical picture of what our girls endured. The boys sat in the back playing video games and giggling the entire 7 hour trip.
Erica enjoyed making them pose for awkward pictures.
Look how happy they are.
I consider myself very lucky. I'm loved and taken care of. Timothy says I'm really just spoiled but we won't bother with semantics.
I told Tim that a few of those 8 years really count as 2, like any marriage we have had our share of rough spots. We never gave up though. A second marriage is a combination of melding a family and a whole lotta patience and not having your way.
Tim, thank you for being the type of husband that I respect and can lean on. You are loved and admired by a whole precinct full of cops and that counts for a lot. It's you that your kids always turn to for advice. You have the kindest heart and the gentlest of souls.
We were out to dinner a few nights ago, when you looked up at me with emotion in your eyes and said "the best decision I have ever made was marrying you." That meant everything to me.
I look forward to growing old with you and I love you more every day.