It is now officially my 12 wedding anniversary.
I never really thought we’d make it as long as we have you know? I’m a pessimist at heart and frankly I am very difficult to live with and yet some how this man has managed to put up with me for 12 years of marriage.
My convention people always tell me that Cody is a lucky lucky man. Truth be told? I’m the lucky one. I’m always a little surprised when one more year has passed and he hasn’t decided to call it quits. We don’t make big plans for spending our whole lives together. We both feel like once you do that, you grow complacent and take the other person for granted. We both know that people can grow apart as they grow up. We’re both children of divorced parents. We married young. The chances of us growing old and staying married are very very slim. And yet…
I don’t have my whole life mapped out. I don’t even have solid plans for my life for next year, but I always picture myself at the end of it; old, wrinkled, and spending it with the man who has loved me a lifetime, who has seen me at my absolute lowest moments, who has celebrated every achievement I’ve ever held dear, who loves me inspite of myself, who maybe even loves me exactly as I am.
So here’s to another year of actively choosing happiness, of making it through whatever rough patches we might have, of celebrating every achievement, of random kisses while I’m trying to take pictures, of building a life together one year at a time.
May year 12 be our best one yet.