Four years ago today...
We vowed our love, not knowing what these promises would entail, but knowing we would keep them. Knowing, without really knowing, that the words we repeated were true. For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. We promised to love each other through it all.
And so far I think we're doing all right.
Because I've loved you at 3am with a baby in the bath and every piece of vomit soaked clothing in the wash, wondering how we would all survive.
Because you've loved me even when I wasn't myself, when there was a darkness chipping away at me and I couldn't recognize the girl in our wedding pictures.
Because I've loved you when we were eating spaghetti every night and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day, crying sometimes when the mail brought more hospital bills.
Because you loved me when I walked into the kitchen holding a pregnancy test that I couldn't believe was true, even when at first I cried.
Because we've loved each other during days spent lazily on the beach and vacationing in Vegas.
Because we've loved each other during the long days of school and work and babies crying, when our paths barely crossed.
Because we've loved each other on expensive date nights.
Because we've loved each other eating beans and rice at home.
Because our love is constant and strong and reliable. Because kids and money and time have changed many things, but our love is not one of them. Because even though we still don't know what those vows will entail as the years go on, we still know we will keep them.
Because I love you and you love me, and that is the whole of the story.