Happy 5 Years.
Five years ago I married my high school sweetheart. I remember the day so vividly. Sitting here, I am laughing thinking about it. We didn’t have a big, extravagant, traditional wedding. But I never needed all that. All I wanted, and all I knew, was that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the guy driving us to the St. Helens, Oregon courthouse. He had just gotten home 4 days prior for the first time in almost 9 months. I had seen him once in that time frame for a very short period of time. That may sound crazy to some, but it only made us both more sure. We didn’t want to be without each other.
I remember the day we hit our “6 month dating” anniversary. It was a big deal to us at the time. This makes me laugh because we have been together for almost 8 1/2 years now. That’s about 1/3 of our life! I remember cheering you on at every football game and I remember you cheering me on at every band concert. I remember moving away to college and wishing every day we didn’t have to be apart. I remember you joining the Army and again, wishing we wouldn’t have to be apart. I remember the day you flew home, and I picked you up from the airport. I remember our tiny wedding and reception with all our loved ones. I remember packing all my belongings a month after we got married and moving across the country to North Carolina to start our life together. I remember our first apartment- sleeping on an air mattress for awhile, eating dinners on the floor and watching movies on my laptop. I remember our first house, our first dog, our first positive pregnancy test. I remember every challenge, hardship, dream and accomplishment we’ve faced over these last years.