It’s been three years.
Three years since you took my hand at the church of my childhood, and promised me to forever love me.
We have had our ups and downs, been through hell and back, but we are still here.
Still making it.
Still fighting for us.
Our life is not a fairy tale. But is life ever really?
We are blessed to have two beautiful baby boys, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I am so thankful to you for giving me them, for doing this parenting thing with me. I couldn’t imagine this ride with anyone else.
You know how to make me laugh when all I want to do is cry.
You can bring the German temper out of me quicker than anyone, and you know it.
You love to make fun of my itty bitty pinkie toes, as your rubbing my feet at the end of a long day. I love that you know exactly what I need, when I need it.
My favorite part of your vows is what I repeat to myself after a long, trying day.
“I’m not promising this life with me will be easy. I am difficult and hard headed. But I am promising that it will be worth it. We are worth it.”
I love you more than you could ever possibly imagine. Through all the ups and downs, I’m glad I have you by my side.
Happy Anniversary babe. You are and always have been my truest of loves.