Today is my fifth anniversary. I know I’ve said this (ad nauseam, no doubt) but I have come a long way. Steve and I together have come a long way. The kids have come a long way. In both maturity and literal growth–I mean, Lindsey was such a little one! Hardly out of nighttime diapers. When I look at pictures from our wedding and see my grinny, red-lipped self, I think, “She had no idea what this was all about.” I talk about this in chapter 4 of the love story, but it’s worth touching on again. When I say I had no idea what it was all about, it doesn’t mean I’d change it. It just means… I had no idea what my future held. What it’d feel like. And yes, how hard it would be.
So, why am I saying all this? So you know that it’s okay to fight, life is not perfect, you’ve got to choose to love (choose your love and love your choice), choose to stay, and work to keep a healthy marriage. And I’m not saying this works for all marriages. Some marriages shouldn’t be in the first place and their endings are good things. But I’m not talking about those. I’m talking about the rest of them. Despite some wretched fights in the past, I am totally into my husband. He’s hilarious and sweet and we genuinely enjoy each other. I know his needs better than I used to and he knows mine. We complement one another and encourage each other and… you get it. He’s great and I’m glad he’s mine. But, it didn’t come without its work and difficulties. And it didn’t come overnight. But it gets better with age, I think.
Not that you already didn’t know all that. But just in case you didn’t, I’m glad to have told you.
Love you, Steve. Happy fifth anniversary!