Family, Humor, Life, Marriage

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.


It was a little crazy.


The night you told me you loved me, at the John Hancock


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.


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 1993. This game was on the exact date of our first date some sixteen years later and we did not know 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 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 dating like giddy teenagers. I love that we both really love to be home with the kids on most nights. I love that we have a history and that now, we have a family. The last five years have been so hard but I can’t imagine weathering them with anyone but you.

Happy Anniversary, Mike. I love you.

4 thoughts on “Five Long and Wonderful Years”

  1. 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!!!


  2. Oh Amanda, I am so happy for you and your oldest! I thought maybe you and I had more in common than we thought…:) Thanks, as always, for reading. :)Kari


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