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Tres Años: A letter to my husband

My dearest Porch,

If you had told me back in college that the man I forced to watch The Notebook over and over would one day be my husband, I would have laughed.  Like, right in your face.  Because I had no clue what was coming for me in life.  Your patience amazes me.  I'm not really sure I was worth the wait, but there's something you should know -- you help me be Danie.  When I graduated college, I felt really lost and alone and just ... lost.  When we started hanging out again, I felt like Danie again, I felt understood, and most importantly, I found my happy thought.  It was you.

I think about all of our adventures since we started dating and in our three years of wedded bliss and I can't help but smile.  I recently realized that my memory is starting to fade.  Not in a "Notebook" kind of way, but rather in the way that I can't remember my life without you.  Without you making laugh at inappropriate things.  Without you there to hold my hand.

Our vows were the standard bologna about sickness and health, rich (still waiting for that coin to flip) and poor, good times and bad, etc.  I call them bologna because our marriage had been through some incredible tests of strength  even before we got to say "I do."  We continue to be challenged by these tests; I am confident in our ability to overcome them. You are some kind of rock in my life and without you, I fear I would be lost.

Happy 3rd Anniversary!
I love you.
The road ahead is uncertain and scary, but that's part of the fun.  "If your dreams don't scare you, they're not big enough."  We're on this journey together and I have come to truly believe there's nothing we can't accomplish when we put our minds to it.  We're entirely too stubborn to be defeated.

If you're a bird, I'm a bird.
xoxo






“Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.” 

― Nicholas SparksThe Notebook



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