Tomorrow marks five years of being married to that guy to my right up there. My Adam. I can hardly believe that it’s been five years. I had a moment last night where I was just so thankful that I am married to this guy. Of course, I am always thankful for him, but sometimes there are little reminders of just how much and it hits me like a ton of bricks. He did something silly, something little and seemingly insignificant, but it was a reminder of how much fun I have with him. Even on a Wednesday night when we’re exhausted and are just brushing our teeth, preparing to go to bed.
This love we have, it may not be the butterflies-in-my-stomach-everyday kind of love, but it’s so much deeper than it was in the beginning. It’s a different kind of love than what it was five years ago. It may not always be as exciting as brand new love, but it’s so much richer than I could have ever imagined.
He’s my best friend. I have the best time with that guy up there. I feel safest with him and I still miss him even when we only spend a night apart. We’ll be spending our longest span apart from each other in a few weeks and the thought of it really makes me sad. But also, happy? The fact that I still miss him, I think that’s pretty special.
It hasn’t always been easy, oh no. Never let anyone tell you that marriage should be always be easy. It’s definitely not. But it’s something to fight for, always.
Our first five years have been full of more stress than many people have in the first five years of marriage, but it’s only grown us closer together and most importantly, closer to God. While we could use a few uneventful years, these years we’ve had together, so far, have been strengthening us, molding us for an exciting life together. A life full of adventures. He’s the one I want to have all my adventures with, for the rest of my life. I love him.