Five Long & Wonderful Years

On Friday, my husband and I will celebrate our five year wedding anniversary. Not a huge milestone to many but to us it is a milestone indeed.

Because you see, it has not by any means been an easy five years. In the past five years we have gone through three job losses, my grandmother’s death, my parents moving three hours away, my brother’s move seven hours away, a pregnancy, two college graduation’s (his Bachelors and my Associates in the same year) and lots more little things that I am probably forgetting. And most of the above happened within the first two years of our marriage.

So in honor of our five year milestone (and nine years together total this fall) I am dedicating this post to my husband who I love so much and that I am so glad is holding my hand through all of these ups and downs or else I would be heavily sedated.

I love that it seems like we have known each other for forever. And that you knew me and liked me when I had big hair and shoe boots.

 

I love that we have had so much fun with each other as friends before we even started dating.

 

When we reconnected years later, I was going through a divorce and had a sweet two year old daughter. Things were really crazy back then, I was going to school full time, working part time and raising a child. You were working and living the bachelor lifestyle when we came into your life.

 

It was a little crazy to say the least.

 

I love that you waited to tell me you loved me.
That you didn’t want to rush into it.
That you wanted to make sure.
That it was special.
That every time we go into the city and see the Hancock building in the distance, we smile and touch hands.

 

I loved watching the relationship between you and Annie grow.
I know it must have been really hard to go from single one day to relating to a toddler the next.
Yet you did and while there were bumps along the way, she fell in love with you right along side me.

 

I love the little fun memories we share together.
Remember the flight home from Hilton Head and how “Jessica Simpson” vomited all over the airport floor?
While we were waiting in line to get french fries.

I loved the little family we were starting to become.

 

I love how everyone who describes our relationship uses fun as the first adjective.

 

I love how excited we were to make it “official”, how to this day Annie still calls it “our wedding” and how you have never called her anything other than “daughter”.

 

I love how you have been there for the big things in Annie’s life.

 

I love you despite being a big Michigan fan. Go Buckeyes.

 

I loved watching you get to be a daddy all over again but this time you started at the very beginning.

 

 

I love how our family is now complete.

 

I loved turning 40 together.

 

I love how much you appreciate me.

 

I love revisiting old haunts with our kids.
(our first date was at a Sox game in August of 1993. This game was on the exact date of our first date some sixteen years later and we had no idea until we got there

I love getting dressed up and going out for the night to pretend we are “young” again.

 

I love sharing our family vacations together. Even the awful ones and this one was awful.
Can you tell in the faces of our girls?

 

But I especially love you and everything about you.

 

I love that every time I look into your eyes, I still see that 23 year old blonde boy with an attitude.

I love that, as cliche as it sounds, we really are best friends.

I love that you call my parents “mom” and “dad” and love them as much as I do.

I love that after nine years together we never run out of things to talk about.

I love that we both look forward to date night like giddy teenagers.

I love that we both really do love to be home with the kids on most nights.
By choice.

I love that we have a history and that now, we have a family.

The last five years have been so hard at times but I can’t imagine weathering them with anyone but you.

Happy Anniversary Mike.

I love you.

4 thoughts on “Five Long & Wonderful Years

  1. Amanda @ Mamaslittleladybugs.blogspot.com

    Oh my gosh, this was so beautiful! And we have a lot more in common… my hubby is adopting my 9 year old. She has been without a "dad" since she was 6 months. My husband came into her life when she was 6 years old and has called her "his little girl" ever since. Thank you for sharing and HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

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