October 28, 2000, twelve years ago, I married the love of my life. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, he challenges me and he supports me. He’s my person.
We dated almost four years before we got married and I had no doubts. Our wedding ceremony was outside, and the night before, it rained. Several people were on me to make a decision if we were moving the ceremony inside. Because my husband and I lived together, I had spent the night before our wedding in the hotel, so I called my husband to get his opinion. As soon as I said hello, he started singing “going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married”. He told me he didn’t care if we were married indoors or outdoors because by the end of the day, we’d be married. And that was exactly how I felt too. At the end of the day, we were married. Outside, by the way. And it was beautiful.
In the last twelve years, we’ve built a life together that has overflowed with blessings and adventure and with heartache and ordinary. But I’ve longed believed that your wedding day is just one day, albeit a magical, beautiful day, but it is every day after that makes a marriage. All the good, all the bad wrapped up tightly together as one package. As our life. Our beautiful life.
Happy anniversary to my best friend, the love of my life, the father of my children. Thank you for our beautiful wedding day and most importantly, for every day after. For you, for me.