Happy Anniversary, My Love
Cheers to The third year and on to the Fourth!
July 4th is my favorite holiday–always has been. The fireworks, the pool time, the hot dogs, s'mores and all of the summer essentials, what could be better?
Tie that into the day that my husband and I got married (what we lovingly refer to as "Interdependence Day") and you've got yourself a perfect day as far as I'm concerned.
This year, we spent some time in Richmond, Virginia. My parents graciously spoiled/watched our child while Gordon and I got to relax and take in the scenery around town.
I'm happy to report that after three years of marriage, we still love each other. What's more, we still like each other. Compared to those who've had a decade or more under their belt, we still fall in the newlywed classification. But, when children pop into the picture, a lot changes for everyone: the mom, the dad.
So, then it stands to reason that the nature of your relationship changes.
Looking back on our dating years and the first year of our marriage, I realized my relationship with my husband was built on date nights, cocktail hours, dinner parties with friends and conversations early into the morning.
A few weeks before we found out we were expecting our first child, I remember staying out at a friend's condo until 3 a.m., and walking home, just to go to work the next morning.
Ah, the life of napping whenever you want...
Through the last year of our marriage as we transitioned into parents, I believe we've begun to love each other not for what we do, but for who we are.
Who we are after two hours of sleep.
Who we are when we put our little guy down to sleep and try our best to fight the urge to pick a Netflix show and fall asleep on the couch. Who we are when one of us forgets the diaper bag, or can't find their keys, or gets the times and dates of doctors appointments turned around.
In a world that is full of people who expects hand-outs and who ghost away when disagreements arise, I'm glad to be working and celebrating alongside you.