One year ago I married my best friend. (and truly, he is my best friend.)
One year ago we stood in front of friends and loved ones and said ‘I do’. Come better, worse, rich, poor, sickness, health… anything that life would throw at us, we vowed to love and cherish each other through it all, forever. One short year ago. (can someone please tell me how it’s possible that we’ve been married for a year already??)
These last 12 months have been the best of my life. I’ve spent almost every single day by the side of the man I love.
In the past year, we’ve grown closer to each other. We’ve started our own traditions. We’ve found a comfortable daily routine. We’ve started our own home. And our own home rules- like, he or she who uses all of the toilet paper replaces it immediately. Also, he or she who cooks doesn’t wash dishes. Which works out nicely because I love cooking and don’t love doing dishes. He likes doing dishes. (I know. weird. You won’t hear me complaining though. nuh uhhh.) The exception to that rule is baking spoons and bowls and things. And the food processor. I wash those. Usually.
It’s been a learning process. Learning how to take care of household responsibilities. Learning how to pay taxes. Learning each other. Learning each other’s quirks. (one of us like the socks to be folded a certain way and one of us is constantly forgetting to close cabinet doors. can you guess who is who?) Learning each other’s likes and dislikes. Learning each other’s morning breath. You know.
We’ve learned to recognize when the other needs their space, and as a result we haven’t gotten in a fight yet. We’ve learned how to talk things out, and we’ve learned to forgive quickly. (we’ve also learned that I can’t be cross at him long, no matter how hard I might try. he can always make me laugh, darnit.) We live in a tiny house so holding grudges and/or avoiding each other isn’t an option- and I like that. But that also means avoiding spiders isn’t an option either, and I don’t like that. Thankfully, my heroic husband gets rid of them for me most of the time. So that makes things a little better.
He’s put up with tears, mood swings, and crazy falling off the couch laughing moments. I’ve put up with lots of man grossness…. you know. But all that aside, there’s no one else I would rather spend my time with.
We’ve made a lot of happy, happy memories together. We’ve already had so many adventures together. We’ve seen a lot of beautiful places, a lot of new places, and also a few weird places. We’ve had a lot of good laughs, a lot of good conversations, and I’ve fallen more in love with him than I ever knew was possible. He is so good for me.
We have a lifetime of learning and growing ahead of us. A lifetime of tears, mood swings, hysterical laughter, and man grossness. And a lifelong spider killing contract. obv. But most importantly, a lifetime of love, adventure, and making happy memories ahead of us. And I’m so thankful I get to spend it by his side.
Happy anniversary, my darling. Here’s to many, many more happy years together.