anniversary.

10 years ago I fell in love with a young boy. 

He was handsome, yet dangerous.  He had a plan for his future and he vowed to fit me into it. 

We were 17 years old and head over heels in love with one another. 

 7 years ago, on this same day--I married that man. 

He had followed his dream and I vowed to follow him. 

We had a 6 pm ceremony on a Tuesday night and 300 people showed up for us.

Today, 10 years later, I still feel blessed that he chose me. 

We fight every day but we love each other deeply, intentionally and fiercely. 

We have changed drastically and we make mistakes constantly but we haven't given up yet.

The boy that I fell in love with all of those years ago has changed a million times over.  I have seen him to war and home again, through traumas that have altered him, and held him as he cried over his sick child. 

I know he looks at me and sees how different I am as well. 

Our love looks far different now than what it did.  I am attracted to this man in new ways--in all the ways that count.  I am frustrated by him, ravaged by him and passionate about him. 

But not like I once was.

And yet...it all still feels perfect. 

We chose to do life together, not knowing what life would bring us.  However, regardless of what life brings us I know we wouldn't change a thing.  It's been a great 7 years with many ups and downs but today I am thankful for this man and who he has become--probably more this year than ever.

Happy Anniversary, Babe. 

I love you.