Three years ago, my life changed. In front of our family and closest friends, decked out in jewels, bold colors, and a mix of culture, I walked down the aisle with tears bubbling in my eyes and a smile I could not paint off my face toward my best friend. While walking down the aisle, I remember feeling at peace as my prayers were answered. After six and a half years, I was marrying the leather jacket wearing guy who I fell crazy-in-love with that one night in college.
As we celebrated our second anniversary last year, I remembered feeling a bit anxious about the following year. The dreaded three year itch. After all, there was no possible way life could get any sweeter than all we had experienced. How wrong was I?
Taking time to reflect on the deep love and appreciation I have for my darling hubby, I would say they are on to something. Three years into my marriage, I have the itch. The itch to grow even closer to him, to love him unconditionally, and to be his silly sidekick.
If I had known then THIS is how spectacular marriage would be, I would have dashed into his arms and said I do faster than I could eat a slice of cake because these past three years have been nothing short of amazing. Almost as if I were dreaming.
B, I lub you. Thank you for always being my better half. Happy Anniversary, my love.
(Credit for our kick awesome wedding photos goes to our wedding photographer, Kelly Manno!)
