Tomorrow, my husband and I, will celebrate six years of marriage. Six years of happiness, struggles, love, memories, tears and some of the best days of my life. Married in April, pregnant by June, we hit the ground running on our lives together as a family.
Our first year of marriage was challenging. Two people, in their early twenties, expecting their first baby. Still learning about what life would be like together. My pregnancy was rough. Filled with doctors appointments, tests, high blood pressure, bed rest and a very long labor. But then she came. Our sweet baby girl was healthy, beautiful and changed us both forever.
A month after Leah turned one, right around our second anniversary, we found out baby number 2 was on the way. This pregnancy too, was filled with many ups and downs. This time I had kidney stones and extreme anxiety. Again, we stood together, and worked through every issue. Our handsome little dude was born in December. We felt complete.
So that was the first three years in a nutshell. The next three were just as busy. Raising two small children and at the same time learning how to be "grown ups". Figuring it all out as we go. Through all of it, it's impossible to imagine any other person by my side. I've always known that he was the partner, I would share my life with.
He has supported me through postpartum, and my battles with anxiety and depression. He's always made me feel beautiful, as I bounce back and forth between dress sizes and struggle to love myself. He's stepped up when I needed him, especially over the last few months as I adjusted to my back problems and pains. He's the most amazing daddy, friend and provider. I'm beyond proud of how much he's changed, how hard he works and the man he has become. We've been through a lot in our first six years but here we are. Still in love, still finding ways to make it all work and still believing in one another. Happy Anniversary Jon-Jon. Here's to many MANY more crazy, exciting, perfect years together!
