Eight

Dear Michael,

Happy Anniversary.

Eight years of being Mr. and Mrs.

And it is only beginning.

I have been thinking a lot...

our first apartment.

our first house.

Then I go back even further...

our first high school dance.

our first kiss.

It is funny the things you almost forget...

until you think about them again.

Picking out our first green couch.

Packing the last box and standing in our empty apartment.

Looking out over the deck after we were first married.

Looking out from the the hotel roof in Florence 5 years later.

I think about how afraid we were...

to go from two happy married people...

to a family.

Worried it would make things hard.

Promising that we wouldn't let it change us.

It did change us - and we broke our promise.

But in the most amazing and wonderful ways.

How a little person could make two other people so much closer?

Maybe, it is that half of me and half of you, are forever forged...

made into one - right before our eyes.

And here we are...
adding on to our family, again.

Not afraid this time.
Just excited.

Because we know how awesome it is.
Even when it is hard.

We know that the happy days out number the ones that aren't.
That arguments just mean that we care.
And the best is still on its way.



So to my husband...
all my love, my whole heart, and all my tomorrows are yours.

Happy Anniversary.

Week 13 of 52

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