Birthing Beautiful Ideas

six years of marriage, six years of laughter

Dear Tim,

Six years ago today, you stood next to me as we affirmed to our family and friends that we would be journeying through the rest of our lives together–officially, legally, and blissfully together.

Six years ago today, I had no doubts, no worries, no fears.  We held hands and uttered words like “forever” and “home” and “husband” and “wife,” and I felt at peace because I knew that my forever and home and husband would be you.

Six years ago today, we held the promise of our sweet Miles and Alec.  We didn’t know them, but we knew we wanted them.  We weren’t ready for them, but we knew we would be ready for them some day.  And we certainly didn’t know how much they’d expand our hearts and transform our love for one another.

Six years ago, we were in flux: between our single life and our married life, between Chicago and Syracuse, between youth and adulthood, between our known past and our unknown future.

Six years ago today, we were silly: we danced and sang and ate and drank and laughed, and you even had the bright idea to shove chocolate cake so far up my nose that it was stuck in my nostrils for weeks–an act for which I forgave you minutes later, once I was able to breathe again.

Six years ago today, we were humbled: to have friends and family who loved us to much, to have a celebration that expressed our love for them and that mirrored our love for one another.

Six years ago today, we had fights and fun and sex and life-changing moments to anticipate.

And six years ago, we were as we are today: best friends, admiring, adoring, and in love.

I love you ever more, six years later.

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Yours,

Kristen