Three years ago, I wrote this post four days before our wedding day, and I ended it with this:
He has told me, daily, that our life will all work out, it will all be OK, we're some of the lucky ones, we're going to have fun, we have it good, we can only do our best, we have to rise above the stress and the hurt and that he loves me.
Michael, I believe you.
Let's do this.
Three years of marriage later, and I still hear those words from him regularly, and I still believe every one. I ended our vows by telling him he was the best decision I ever made, and even though deciding to have his child eked just slightly above it, it's still a very close second.
No one else knows how beautiful it is to be his wife. Even if sometimes it's beautifully frustrating and beautifully full of dirty socks scattered around our living room, I feel like I know this secret no one else knows.
It's a really cool secret. You'll have to trust me.
It was a beautiful wedding day, it's been a beautiful marriage, it's a beautiful life with, still, the cutest redhead I know.
Happy third anniversary, Mike. I loved you so much as we danced on that chilly California patio, tipsy and happy. Today, I love you more.
*Joshua Radin's "Today"