A week ago today marked 9 years that the husband and I have been married.
In so many ways it feels just like yesterday. I still remember looking directly at him as I took every step down the aisle, my father trying to hold me back and slow down as I walked. I couldn’t wait to marry him.
Over the last nine years our lives have changed so dramatically.
Year 1 – We honeymooned in Europe, the husband started a new job and we bought a house.
Year 2 – I moved from working in Virginia to an office that was only 20 minutes away from our house. That extra time was instrumental in completing renovations and redecorating the entire house.
Year 3 – Our first daughter was born, and life changed forever.
Year 4 – We took our first beach vacation as a family. It was eye-opening how much stuff we had to pack. It’s also the year that this blog was born.
Year 5 – We traveled a lot; going to a wedding in Alabama and a family reunion in Ohio. We also went through the death of one of my beloved uncles.
Year 6 – Our second daughter was born, and I started to look around the house and get the itch to redecorate all over again.
Year 7 – The Husband and I both experienced career changes. He left a company he loved for a career expansion and I moved offices back to the DC area, increasing my commute to an hour each way.
Year 8 – We took an almost three week vacation with the girls, I went to my first ever blog conference, and we spent a lot of time together just hanging out as a family.
I wanted to do something special together for our anniversary this year, but life is just too busy with the baby, the kids and everything else. Any hopes of having a date over the weekend were dashed when we realized we couldn’t find someone to sit for all three kids; and the husband received some big news at work on Friday afternoon that meant a weekend full of discussions and decision making.
In the end our anniversary celebration was limited to a bouquet of red roses from the husband and opening a bottle of wine from our trip to Napa earlier this year. At least I finally got to have more than a tiny sip of that delicious stuff.
But the reality is we don’t need a night on the town or a fancy dinner to know how important we are to each other. We know that at the end of every day (or business trip), we are coming home to each other. We look forward to the quiet moments in the evening when we can sit down and talk to each other or just watch a movie. We can tell each other anything without fear or consequence. He is my best friend, and I look forward to another 9 or 90 years; however long we get to spend together.