the seven year itch

Today is my seventh wedding/eloping anniversary. Seven years. That is one-fourth of my life. It seems like a long time when I look at it that way, but it has flown by so very, very fast. It's actually kind of terrifying to think about how fast the past seven years have gone by.

I feel so fortunate to have met my partner in life at such a young age. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. (Except maybe inform some family members this time around. You know, no hard feelings. Initially there was a bit of family tension in the air. Sorry, Mama.) In a way we have grown up together. And we've had so many amazing adventures so far.

I have a wonderful husband. He is a dedicated father. And always uplifts me when I am feeling like  turd. He gets along with my family. And he always makes me laugh. Even when he isn't really trying to be funny. I'm silly, and he's serious. He's the yin to my yang. The peanut butter to my jelly. The sweet and sour sauce to my black eyed peas.

This last year has been the toughest one yet. We have experienced heartache, but it's only made us cling to each other that much stronger. I hope I never take what we have for granted.

Here's to another year. Here's to us.