Today is my 8 year wedding anniversary. Together, my husband and I have been a couple for 10 years this week to be exact. The last 3 years, we’ve had a very trying journey and I’d like to take this moment to let him know (publicly) how I truly feel.
We met in the most amazing and serendipitous way you can imagine. In fact, when we told the story about how we met at our wedding, people thought we were making it all up. It’s all true, however and somehow I always felt if a higher being was truly trying to get a couple together, all the stars aligned just perfectly to make it all happen.
However, despite the universe’s attempt to get us married, it didn’t keep us away from trials. Let’s just say we went through some really horrible experiences that many couples could potentially have split up for and the last 3 years have been very trying.
Marriage is a lot of work. In the beginning, everything is beautiful and flowery and you’re both experiencing what’s it’s like to call each other husband and wife. And as much as you’d love for it to always stay that way, the reality is that this person is no longer your Romeo or Juliet with all the exciting fixtures. You get to know the good, the bad, the ugly and you realize that you either have to stick it out or get out.
For many couples, marriage is much more than just a piece of paper. It’s commitment to become a family and do what family does, which is to help each other get through life in the thick and thin of it.
The trials we’ve been through over the past 3 years have really opened my eyes to a lot of growth and possibilities. However, it’s also made me realize that we truly are meant to be, because I am dead serious when I say that I can’t imagine my life without my man.
I wake up and the relief I have every morning is that the one person who’s vowed to be with me and who’s shared the first experience of parenthood with me is right there beside me, living and breathing. I think about the things that we all worry about and the grief we give one another because of the things that take place in our lives.
I look deeper and remember the friend I have who woke up with her husband dead in his sleep or the friend I have who lost her husband from alcohol abuse or all those people who can’t be with their wives or husbands for so many different reasons. I think about what they imagine and remember. It’s not the stupid fights they think about. It’s the happy moments and how they would give anything to spend even one more second with them.
So husband, if you’re reading this, I want you to know that I will always fight for us. Our lives may not be perfect, but I know you love me and I love you and that itself is more than plenty.