Yesterday marked 8 years since we stood in front of everyone that matters to us, during a full mass that I insisted upon, and vowed to do this thing forever. Forever is hard; it isn't what it used to be, they say. But with you, it's easy, seamless even. Forever is not long enough because of the way that you make me laugh, the way you make me think and the way that you love and support me in an unconditional way I had never known could exist between two people.
I didn't think it would end up like this for me. A girl from Nevada with a wild streak that tangled around a domestic streak with no real idea of how two people go about making a marriage not just last but flourish. But it did happen. We made it happen. We are doing it everyday of our lives together.
Is it all fireworks and passion? Nope. Sometimes the only alone time we get is a quick two minute conversation running down everything that needs to be done and juggled and figured out that day to make all of our life happen - the girl's activities and work meetings and long runs and Home Depot lists and forgotten tickets to a show that we may actually make it to. Did I mention that this conversation is mostly always while I shower and he brushes his teeth and the girls and dog wreak some sort of havoc from the other side of the door? But hey, this is our time, and we take what we can get.
Last night I refused to allow gifts because we are doing so well sticking to our budget that will get us to our next (material) dreams but we found a budget-friendly workaround and there were flowers and the very same cupcakes we ate in a starving fury at our wedding. We popped a bottle of Veuve that we have been saving and it spent some time chilling next to the live bugs that you drive to the boonies for because you insist that our daughter's pets be treated as well as any other living thing in the house. I had my first glass while supervising homework and letting you grill some fancy steaks out back. These moments are my fireworks. Our passion for this life that we have made, our teamwork approach for everything we do.
Although we are not sitting on a warm beach in Miami today like we were 8 years ago, I can't wait to go out Saturday night and talk about everything that we have done since then and everything we will do in the next 8. Together.
I love you, Mr. O'Shea. Thank you for loving me.
I didn't think it would end up like this for me. A girl from Nevada with a wild streak that tangled around a domestic streak with no real idea of how two people go about making a marriage not just last but flourish. But it did happen. We made it happen. We are doing it everyday of our lives together.
Is it all fireworks and passion? Nope. Sometimes the only alone time we get is a quick two minute conversation running down everything that needs to be done and juggled and figured out that day to make all of our life happen - the girl's activities and work meetings and long runs and Home Depot lists and forgotten tickets to a show that we may actually make it to. Did I mention that this conversation is mostly always while I shower and he brushes his teeth and the girls and dog wreak some sort of havoc from the other side of the door? But hey, this is our time, and we take what we can get.
Last night I refused to allow gifts because we are doing so well sticking to our budget that will get us to our next (material) dreams but we found a budget-friendly workaround and there were flowers and the very same cupcakes we ate in a starving fury at our wedding. We popped a bottle of Veuve that we have been saving and it spent some time chilling next to the live bugs that you drive to the boonies for because you insist that our daughter's pets be treated as well as any other living thing in the house. I had my first glass while supervising homework and letting you grill some fancy steaks out back. These moments are my fireworks. Our passion for this life that we have made, our teamwork approach for everything we do.
Although we are not sitting on a warm beach in Miami today like we were 8 years ago, I can't wait to go out Saturday night and talk about everything that we have done since then and everything we will do in the next 8. Together.
I love you, Mr. O'Shea. Thank you for loving me.
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