Tomorrow B and I celebrate 6 years of marriage — 6 years. That is a long damn time.
Marriage is hard and fun all at the same time. You have someone who can see you at your worst (having a mental breakdown at 230 in the morning because you’ve been awake for three hours and you’re pregnant and you just can’t get comfortable — this happened last night) and still wants to come home to you.
Someone who truly knows you — the good, the bad and all the in-betweens. Someone who knows you’d much rather stay in on Friday and eat Chinese — someone who knows you’d rather stick forks in your eyeballs than eat green beans — someone who knows all your vices (*pre-pregnancy* every now and then cigarette) and who loves you for all of that anyway.
And now we take a giant step in our relationship with having a baby — I had you for six years to myself, time to share with someone else. You’re going to be an awesome dad — Happy anniversary boo – wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else!