Years, that is.

We’ve been married for three years. That equals over 1,000 days.

I asked him yesterday if he felt like it was longer or shorter than three years. We agreed- it feels like three years has flown by, but also like we’ve been together forever.

This last year, in particular the last six months, has been hands down the hardest time in my life. It’s just been… hard. Sometimes that translates into hard for our marriage. But never in my life have I been more convinced that I married the right man. The one with the quiet strength when I’ve run all out of any kind of strength. The one who can take one look at me and know something is wrong, before I’ve even figured that out myself. The one who knows when not to push and when I so desperately need him to push. This man, he gets me. He knows me inside and out, and I love that.

I feel safe. With him. It has only been three- but feels like forever. I’m so lucky that I get to spend my life with him. With him by my side I feel like I can handle each day. I love him so much it hurts.

Happy Anniversary, hon. I love you.