My husband and I recently celebrated the nine year anniversary of our wedding. I was having a little pity party one night thinking about all that had changed in the last nine years. And then I wrote about it, because that’s what I do.
“I sit here nearly in tears on the eve of our 9th wedding anniversary. You could say I am having a small pity party. For the last couple of days, Facebook has been showing me memories from that time nine years ago. The pictures from those memories show us celebrating with good friends and laughing without a care in the world. They show us hugging and kissing – blissfully happy and in love.
Our wedding day was perfect.
We also had a perfect courtship and engagement, although it wasn’t easy. For the whole 17 months between meeting and getting married, we lived eight hours apart. I was finishing grad school and he was working and living at the other end of the state. But it was good. Like really good. Flowers for no reason, surprise visits, endless talks on the phone. I would find sweet notes left for me after he visited. I still have all of those love letters. We had fun. We DATED each other.”
Head to Her View From Home to read the rest of my story and see how it turned out. It might not be what you expected.
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