I have spent two weeks trying to come up with something meaningful and heartfelt for our two-year anniversary post. You know, something tear jerker worthy.
I’ve got nothing.
Our anniversary was pretty tame as the Husband has been stuck working 80+ hour weeks and it’s fair to say, he is exhausted. We settled for a night of shopping for our upcoming trip, dinner, and then dessert at home with the dog.
We sat at dinner discussing how the past two years has flown, which it has. About how much life has happened to us in the short amount of time. You think you get married and then the fairytale begins. Everything should be rainbows and butterflies but it isn’t. Not that either of us expected it to be like that.
You know, you grow up and you have this picture in your mind of what your future Husband will be like, what your marriage will be like, how you will love him, where you will live, how many kids you will have and when. It was all a game of MASH back then. Simply put on paper at recess with some giggles. I can tell you that none of that will happen. At least not how you expect it to. It is something so much greater than that, much sweeter, much more chaotic and unplanned but damn it is all worth it.
Our marriage is not the stuff fairy tales are made of but I wouldn’t trade it for anything because it is still our story. He was the greatest surprise in my life and I wouldn’t change it for anything. The best part is knowing, no matter what happens, I will have him there, next to me, holding my hand. Here is to many more years together. Through the good, bad, ugly and beautiful.