Three.
Three years ago I married my best friend, my unwavering support, my biggest cheerleader. Each day I wake up to find that the impossible has happened and I love him even more today than yesterday, and know there's no one on this earth that I would rather share my life with.
Happy anniversary, my love. I love you more than cheese.
An Open (Love) Letter to my Husband
Two years ago, when asked if I promised to love you, comfort you, honor and keep you for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, being faithful only to you so long as we both shall live, the only honest answer was that I really, really do. Two years have passed and my answer remains the same. You are my best friend, my teammate, the first person I turn to in all situations and the only person I can imagine sharing every single day of the rest of my life with. You are my ever-present buoy in the sometimes tumultuous waters of life. Here's to year three of married life, and to all the years to come that will stack on top of each other faster than we can ever predict that they will.
I hope you remember on this day, (and every day) that this ring is my gift to you, a symbol that I will love you forever, with all of my heart and every last bit of my soul.
I'm your moon. You're my moon. We go round and round.*
*from i'm your moon by Jonathan Coulton
Scott and Elizabeth
The most happiest of happy wishes go out to Scott and Elizabeth who were married on August 23. I have many many more photos to share of the wedding (I took nearly 500 between the rehearsal and the wedding itself). My husband and Scott have known each other for twenty-three years, beginning at age six. We are blessed to have so many strong young marriages in our circle of friends, may this latest be another.
Dancing in the Dark
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
Happy anniversary my husband, you'll always be the most Real to me.
excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
And Another Birthday!
Today, the joyous occasion is in honor of my much beloved husband who--much to his chagrin--is 29 years old today. He refused to let me bake him a cake, he doesn't want a party and in general wants to pretend April 1st is not happening. I love him far too much to let this day pass without a schmoopy, sappy, public note devoted to the celebration of his birth. Because, of course, he couldn't be my husband if he'd never been born.
So happy birthday my love, it's happening whether you want it to or not! And remember, from now until June 4th, you can tell people you're three years older than me. It won't really be true, but I love you enough to play along.