It’s my five year anniversary.
This morning, I almost left the house without my wedding ring on. As I pulled out of the driveway, I looked down and noticed my bare finger and felt this wave of panic wash over me. What if I had left the house on my fifth anniversary with no ring on? What would that have said about me as a wife, as a mother, as a good and decent person!?
Every day, my sweet daughter waves goodbye from the porch as I drive away. This morning, she was distracted by this yellow fungus that had grown up overnight. “Fungi!” she said, pointing at the misshapen yellow blob that looked like a sponge. I rushed past her, already running late and behind as I’d agonized over what to wear this morning (I had to wear our wedding colors. I am so weird.)
Anyway, as I rushed to grab my ring, on a whim I picked up my wedding band. I’ve not been able to wear it since I was about 6 months pregnant, so over 3 years. It’s not fit on my finger. Trying to get it to fit has always been a (literally) painful experience, so imagine my delight when I put it on this morning and, to my great delight, it fit.
I skipped to my car, kissed my daughter goodbye, and as I drove to campus reflected on marriage.
Five years of marriage, for me, is a huge milestone. It seems like just yesterday I was getting engaged and planning my wedding (Read about that on my past-life blog, the Renegade Bride . I’ll probably re-post some posts here, like the one where I took all of my clothes off for a boudoir photo session because I really think everyone should do that.)
I thought it may be fun to show some pictures of our wedding year. So, WordPress was nice and made a little collage. As I just mentioned, there’s the time I took off my clothes as a wedding present and made him a boudoir book, our super fun Engagement session, or our wedding in Hawaii.
Then, you know how we decided that we wanted to have a baby because you read about that, and now we have a cute little girl that is our entire world.
She grew, we grew, our lives changed for the better. Over the past five years so much has changed, but at the same time, much has remained the same. Our love has gotten all the stronger. I still laugh at all his jokes, he still tolerates mine. I still think he’s the cutest guy in the room, and my heart still skips a beat when he kisses me, and I think those are the kinds of things that matter, right?
Our little family is everything to me, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Fifty more years wouldn’t be enough, nor would five hundred, five thousand.