Sunday, January 31, 2010

What a difference six years makes

This is a story about January 31. Six years ago, Ry and I promised to love each other for the rest of our lives. We were 23 and 24 and had no idea what life was going to dish up for us in the coming years.

It was cold. Damn cold. Antarctica cold. It was -15 F, to be exact, and yet our family and friends braved the weather to make January 31, 2004 the warmest day of the year.

We couldn't have asked for a more beautiful way to begin our marriage. We were excited to embark on a life together.


Today is January 31, 2010. Our life is certainly different. It is more full of love and joy than I ever could have imagined. Ok, so the trappings are a little different.



The dinner may be little different, but look at all we've added in a short six years: a few pounds, a couple wrinkles, two beautiful boys and an explosion of love.



I am pleased to say that I love Ry more today than yesterday and more yesterday than the day before. In fact, as a wise man told us on the day of our wedding, I look back on that day as the day I loved my husband the least. I love you babe. Happy Anniversary.

3 comments:

Ryan said...

I love you too. More today than yesterday.... (and less than tomorrow) ;)

Frank said...

Glad you two figured out you belonged together. Most of us knew long before you admitted it.

melydia said...

Aww, happy anniversary! I wish I could have gone to your wedding, but I was so new at my job at the time that I only had like four hours of leave stored up. :)

Coincidentally, just the other night I had a dream I was at your wedding, only it was outdoors on somebody's porch and we couldn't hear anything because there was a bagpiper in the audience who was talking too loudly. Then at the end it turned into a Renaissance-themed wedding and your dad was dressed like Henry VIII.

Yeah. I have no explanation. But I thought it was funny.

 
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