Growth

Today, July 28,2010, is my third anniversary. Three years ago, Stephen and I stood before 230 of our closest friends and family and made a commitment to each other. It was a wonderful day, a wonderful wedding, a wonderful man.

Since then there have been a lot of changes. Good changes. Growth.

They say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. For us, that was true. I was in a job that I hated and Stephen wasn’t in a job at all. We bought a house and moved. Several things combined to make it a rough year. But we survived and came out on the other side with a better relationship.

The rest has been smooth sailing. We’ve gotten the hang of marriage and couldn’t be happier. My husband is kind, thoughtful, and downright hilarious. He keeps me on my toes. Every day I love him more. I have a feeling that I’m just figuring out what that even means. When I got pregnant, I had this new surge of love for Stephen. Everytime I see my bump, I love him more. Everytime he puts his hand on my belly or kisses my bump good night, I fall more in love with him. I cannot even imagine how it’s going to be when Jansen is on the outside of my womb! There is absolutely nothing more attractive than your husband growing into a stronger man. (That’s probably why I’ve read on several blogs lately that y’all are very attracted to your man when you see him mowing the lawn. Something about a manly man that makes us melt… Am I right?)

So today we celebrate my husband. Because without him, there would be no wonderful marriage. There is not a doubt in my mind that God picked this crazy man just for me. He is the only one in the world who knows how to pop my toes, or knows the exact spot on my forehead to kiss when I have a headache. And we all know those are the important things in life!

We celebrated our anniversary over the weekend. We took our annual anniversary trip to my parents’ beach house and did nothing but eat, relax, and beach. Pretty much exactly like last year, only without the booze. Oh and if I might remind you… last year I showed you proof of my massive food baby after our big anniversary dinner…

Impressive, no? Well I outdid myself this year. Want to talk about growth??

Thankfully that’s more baby than it is food!

To my husband: I loves you. I love you like a friend, I love you like a spouse, I love your smile and your laugh and the way you accidentally tell jokes when you aren’t meaning to. I love the way you open the car door for me, as well as any other woman who may be with us. I love your milky brown eyes and the scar under your nose. I love the way you eat your meals in sections and the way your hold your fork and knife. It’s all the little things tied up with all the big things that make me love you in so many ways. I LOVES YOU!

(My second anniversary post.)