A month from now, my husband (eek!) and I will celebrate our first year of marriage. While we’ve definitely had our downs, the ups have been some of the highest points in my life. Somehow, even on the worst day, the one thing I find myself looking forward to is seeing him. It’s weird how this happens.
I can’t explain how much has changed in the last year. I wouldn’t dare dull the world with such silly details of my less-than-thrilling life, but take it from me: so much has changed. I feel changed. I feel like I’ve become more responsible, more wise, more grounded, and more real than I’ve ever been.
I don’t like to be cheesy, but really, I attribute most of that to meeting him. I can’t say that fate had nothing to do with us meeting in class.
Even though we’ll furiously get underneath one another’s skin sometimes, I hope that at the end of the night, we’re still wrapped in each other’s arms when we fall asleep.
To many more years with the love of my life.