happy anniversary, allen

Eight years ago, I stood with Allen in front of a church full of friends and family and we made huge promises to one another. Promises I was confident I would forever keep, forever honor, forever cherish.

And while it seems as though I’ve blinked and we’re here. I know there have been roughly 2,920 wake-up’s between that day and this one. Years are so all encompassing, I feel like they don’t give you a real picture. Years make the days seem too small.

But the days are where it’s at. And after each and every day, I am always met with deep affirmation that this is exactly where I’m supposed to be, that he will forever be the one for me.

He’s the one who believes in me no matter what crazy idea I come to him with. He is my biggest supporter, my biggest fan.

He’s the one who stays up late at night and helps me with crossword puzzles.

He’s the one who always pumps my gas, and kills bugs, and listens when I need to complain about a bad day.

He’s the one who tells me I’m beautiful every single day, and he’s always sure to tell me when I need it most.

He’s the one who loses his cover at night, because he insists on keeping the air at near artic temps.

He’s the one who can always make me smile. He can make me crazy too, don’t doubt that.

He’s the one who makes my dreams come true.

This year has been fantastic, full of fun trips and lazy late nights. Full of making our house a home, and doing life with the two who hold my heart.

I can’t imagine any other thing that would have made these past eight years any sweeter, and I look forward with a full heart to the next eight, and then eight times that many more.

 

Happy Anniversary, Allen. You are so loved.