Last week, Dean and I celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We were on a plane all day bringing home our new daughter, Anna Grace. Everything had happened so fast over the previous two weeks that I didn't even have a card to give him. I just wanted to write this post to let him know how much I love him and that, though we have changed in many ways, I am still the same girl inside. The one who drove into Whitehall Camp sixteen years ago with a broken spirit and a wounded heart. The one who looked up to see him standing there and knew she was home. The one who still finds her home wherever he happens to be.