That seems like yesterday and a lifetime ago all at the same time. We worked together. We were friends, but more like acquaintances. I didn’t know anything about you. I didn’t know your favorite color. I didn’t know your favorite foods, that you liked football, or that you put your friends and family above all else.
As fate would have it, we were put in a situation that gave us the opportunity to talk, to learn, to grow, and to fall in love. That was twelve years ago this month.
We were faced with a lot of obstacles, like many new relationships. We had your daughter and our friends and parents were skeptical. But we knew. We knew what no one else could understand.
We were young, but we knew. After six months you asked. And a year later, we were wed.
Some days it still feels new. Some days it feels like the day will never end. But everyday, I choose you. I choose this crazy life.
We certainly don’t have all of the answers as to what makes a marriage work, but we know what works for us.
It’s compassion. It’s humor. It’s sleepless nights (temporary). It’s messy. It’s knowing that even in the tough times that we are solid. It’s understanding that life ebbs and flows and just because today is really hard, tomorrow will be better.
We don’t have an official date as to when we became a couple. So, in this month of March, I just want to celebrate.