Five Long and 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.

I love it seems like we have known each other 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 chaotic then; I was going to school full time, working part-time, and raising a child.

I loved watching the relationship between you and Annie grow. I know it must have been really hard to go from being single one day to hanging out with a toddler the next. Yet you did, and while there were bumps along the way, she fell in love with you right alongside me. You were loving with her, yet always knowing your boundaries with her and her dad; making sure she knew you weren’t trying to take his place.

I love the little fun memories we share.
Like 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. And how we quickly got out that line thereafter.

I loved the little family we were slowly becoming.

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.