Three years ago I thought I loved you. I mean, I did love you, don’t get me wrong. On June 15, 2010 it was seven years worth of dating, head over heels, ready to spend the rest of my life with you kind of love. And boy was it strong.
But now… Now, it’s different. Now it’s excited to wake up to your face every morning, still give me butterflies, would do anything to make you smile kind of love. It’s take care of me when I’m sick, seen me at my absolute worst, still think I’m beautiful kind of love. It’s a scared-excited oh my gosh we just bought our first house, picking out paint colors, planning our family’s future together kind of love. It’s watching your eyes light up at my growing stomach, seeing you play with other kids, can’t wait for you to be Natalie’s father kind of love. It’s three years worth of teamwork, three years of supporting each other, three years of growing together kind of love.
I’d heard people say it before. Wishing a happy couple at their wedding that it would be the day they loved each other the least in their marriage. And I always thought it was kind of a weird thing to say at wedding…. But now I truly understand what they meant when they said it. Because even though I’ve loved you since high school, I can honestly say that with every single day that passes, I love you so. much. more.
I can honestly say that in these last three years of marriage, June 15, 2010 was the day I loved you the least.
Happy Anniversary Roo. Always and forever.
Photo by Scott Jarvie
