How do you put into words seven years of marriage?
It seems like it was less time than when I stepped into the car running far too late.
It feels like it wasn't so long ago that the pouring rain only made our day more memorable.
But then I think back on all that we've accomplished and overcome. And that makes seven years seem like not long enough for that life we've lived together.
We've had seven Christmas mornings of disheveled hair and ripped paper filled floors.
Two babies born that we couldn't live without.
A graduation in the midst of a newborn.
A cancer scare followed by a diagnosis of a life-long disease.
Our first child starting school.
Two house moves; one with a baby.
Working through money struggles and celebrating through an amazing job offer.
Some parts of our marriage are easier to quantify than others.
How do you put a number next to the amount of nights we've stayed up late laughing? Or how we came to each other first always whenever we were worried or anxious?
How do you decide how much our love for each other has grown through the most difficult times of our life? And how much stronger we are now because of the joy and heartbreak we've experienced together?
I've tried and failed to explain just how integral a part of my life you are. You just are a part of my being. And I'm not "me" without you.
Sometimes I can't believe how much we've been able to do together.
But then again, we're quite the team.
Seven years, and I wouldn't change a thing.