Dedicated to the one I love
On my husband's birthday, I'm thinking back on our 15 years together
Sunday was my husband’s birthday. It was the first year in quite a few that I was able to devote a few hours to making him his favorite foods and a special cheesecake.
We have been together for 15 years, married for 8. Not one thing in our relationship has come easy to us or without hard work and determination. The waves of life have had a way of carrying us out and keeping us at sea.
During our time together we have moved three times, owned two homes, grieved the loss of his father, had two premature babies, which landed us in the NICU for 100 days, and now a pandemic – because, why not. It is amazing to see it all put out in front of me.
It was wonderful to be able to spoil the man who loves me truer than anyone else in my life, the one who literally is able to keep me whole.
A month or so ago when I had my breakdown, I was pretty sure my marriage was ending, too. Things were so blurry for me and I had lost grip of everything that truly mattered.
Since being able to climb out of my hole, I am more appreciative of my husband than ever. I also feel this renowned sense of dedication to him and my marriage. We also have spent 15 years laughing, loving and building our life together.
Marriage can so easily get lost in this stage of life. I know that often in the years ahead that it will continue to be messy and we will get carried away out to sea at times. But I also know he will continue to be the anchor that holds us all together and the one I want to be alone with on an island one day.