two years

Two years of marriage is not very long in the grand scheme of things, especially when you believe in eternity with the one you love which is so vast and so cosmic that I just focus on one year - even one day at a time. But two years in the life of a twenty-three year old girl is a lot. And two years ago today I married Kevin, a decision I made because I loved him. Or love him, rather.

I wasn't sure what I was doing back then with my life. I was considering more school, a mission - travel. But then I met him and he was this vibrant, life-giver. He was unlike anyone else. And I knew from the second we met that he is what I wanted in my future. We didn't know about money or jobs or school. We hadn't thought about children or a home. We just thought that maybe, since we liked each other so much we could do this.

And we were right. Years ago, when I dreamt of being married I didn't think so much about his looks or his career. I didn't care much about his family or his singing voice or his cooking skills. I just thought so deeply in my heart that all I really wanted was to be happy. 

We may not do things the way everyone else does, Kev. But we love each other, and you have made me feel more loved than I ever imagined. 

Happy Anniversary Lover-boy.