One Year Down, many more to go

One year ago today, I married the best husband a girl could ask for.  He is patient and kind, silly and sweet, thoughtful and genuine. He builds me chicken coops and garden beds. Washes the dishes after I make a mess of the kitchen. Takes me on great adventures and spends weekends at home watching silly movies with me.  I don’t have enough words to tell you what a lucky girl I am, how blessed my life is, how amazed I am to get to share this life with such a loving man.

One year ago today, we walked down an aisle and I swear I couldn’t tell you how I got from one end to the other.  I remember stopping to take a breath, taking a step, and then I was reaching for a hand I knew would never let go.

We had so much help – our wedding team was amazing; if something happened that day that wasn’t supposed to, I certainly didn’t know about it.

My parents were wonderfully generous with their support – financially and every way possible.  I suppose when your first-born daughter finally gets married, it’s hard to say no when she wants a photobooth and donut stand at her wedding.

It goes without saying that I would marry Travis again in a heartbeat. If I had the time and money, I’d throw that wedding again, too.  It was fun and then over way too quickly.  It had everything we wanted – from the music to the food to the wonderful company.

Our first year of marriage has flown by, too.  I’m sure something has changed now that we’re married, but I can’t tell you what it is.  I consider that the best sign of a good marriage, the fact that we are still the same people that got married, for better or for worse.  I’d say the best is yet to come, but I think the best is here already.  Every day will always be “the best”.

Happy Anniversary, babe! I love you today more than ever.