Reflections on Six Years of Marriage.
We were trying to set up the Christmas tree yesterday afternoon, but no one could concentrate.
You know, in just a couple days and one month I will have been married to this man for six years.
While we’ve had some serious rough patches, we are in a great place now.
Seriously. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be married to him.
Of course no relationship is perfect, there will always be minor gripes.
Sometimes I try to imagine where I would be today if Rosie hadn’t have accidentally come along, and I just have no idea.
Certainly not here with my little family.
When I stop and reflect, I realize that I really am HAPPY.
It’s a nice feeling.
I get to wake up next to this face every single day of my life.
Really. What more could a girl ask for?
It seems like a lot of people are stuck in broken relationships, or divorced.
I am so lucky. I know that.
Or maybe blessed would be a better word to use, instead of lucky.
You have to believe me when I tell you that I am not taking a single second of my blessed happiness for granted.
I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve such a wonderful husband.
Sometimes I think, it can’t possibly get any better than this.
And then I glance up, and it does–another beautiful moment, more blessed happiness.
My cup…it runneth over.