Happy 3 Years to my Husband!

Three years seems like a long time when you're looking ahead, and it seems like just yesterday when you're looking back. Three years ago today, I married the man I love. The man who has been my best friend - and all that entails for almost half my life. He is my supporter, my care taker, and my daily hero. I was right to be jumping up and down with excitement on my wedding day - partnering myself with him has given me three amazing wonderful years - and I hope a lifetime of that same happiness.

In the past three years, we've had our first daughter - and are expecting our first son. Those two are absolutely the most exciting things to have happened to us in either of our lives - let alone the past three years. But we've done a lot more (though arguably less important) together in these few years: we've travelled across the country and across the world. We've done dozens - if not tens of dozens of house projects together. We've dreamed and planned about our future. We've fought, we've made up. We've celebrated and cried. And although most days may seem typical and boring - movie nights on the couch, leftovers for dinner - a single day can't go by without me considering my partner somehow; that we've truly become one unit has been a lovely miracle from God.

I looked at the inside of my ring earlier this week - and as it simply states "Real Love" is only half of our promise to each other, as I'm only one half of us now.

I love you dear husband, and thank you for all you do for me. I'm so happy to have you call me your wife... it is my favorite name (at least until I hear those babies call me mama).