Six years ago today, I said “I do” to the love of my life. We stood up in a church, in front of about 80 family members, friends, and loved ones, and we made promises to one another. Promises to have and to hold. Promises to love and cherish. Promises to “accept children lovingly from God.”
Much has changed since then. I think if you’d told either of us back then where we would be in our lives now, we would have laughed and told you that you were certifiably insane.
Most of our relationship has been like this, though, so it should come as no surprise. At the age of sixteen, I walked into a Pacific Sunwear on my first day of work. I had no idea that my manager — the man who stood there and told me to fold jeans for four hours — would eventually be my husband. I had no idea that he would, two years later, visit me with a mutual friend at college and I would (in a drunken pile of tears, at a bar) confess that I had feelings for him. I had no idea that he would propose to me almost four years later in front of Cinderella’s Castle.
And I certainly had no idea that when we stood on that altar six years ago today, we would go down the wild path we’ve been on since that point in time: various moves, infertility treatments, adoption, and parenting.
It hasn’t been easy. Far from it. Sometimes, I look back and wonder how we ever survived some of what we’ve been through. Yet, this is how it was (or is) supposed to be. I don’t know why so much of what experience is a struggle. People would probably use phrases like “everything happens for a reason” or “you’re stronger for it.” Maybe, but that doesn’t make me love either of those sayings any more. Things happened because they happened — and I can’t imagine having them happen with anyone else but Joey.
We hit speed bumps, and we keep going. This is what we do together. Hand in hand, we walk through all of the messes that come our way, and we always manage to make it out on the other side — our spirits (relatively) intact.
There is no one in the world I would rather have by my side through all of this than him. He keeps me moving forward. He keeps me balanced. He is more than just my husband. He’s the best dad. He’s the best friend. He’s the anchor that holds this family down. Happy anniversary, Joey. Thank you for all that you do and for all that you will do as we move ahead and face more crazy adventures together.