Ten years ago on this date I stood at the end of a long aisle in a poofy white dress staring at a nervous young man. A young man who was about to make some awfully big promises. He promised to cherish me. Protect me. Love me. Till death do us part. Promises he has upheld in millions of ways over the past ten years.
Getting up early with the boys because I'm exhausted (even though we both went to bed at the same time).
Trading seats with me in the restaurant because the sun is in my eyes.
Telling me I look just as lovely as the day he married me (and meaning it despite my new baby squishyness).
Making me laugh harder than anyone else. Ever. Everyday.
Putting our oldest to bed every night. Its their quality time together.
Indulging my whiny self and picking up my slack when I'm sick.
Not judging me when I have my weekly "I'm the worst mother ever" breakdown.
Sweetly going along with all my impromptu and crazy schemes, whether it be home improvement or last minute family trips.
Lovingly telling me when I'm being a brat.
Humbly listening when I tell him he is being a brat.
Pretending like he actually cares when I go on a ten minute schpeel about why I NEED a jean jacket.
Holding me when I need to cry. And just letting me cry.
Being excited for and supportive of my passions and dreams.
Ten years of putting me before his own wants or needs.
Ten years ago as my newly married self looked ahead I envisioned this day, our ten year anniversary, a little differently. I saw us boarding a plane to some fabulous location as hundred dollar bills rained down. New York. Paris. St. Lucia. Somewhere beautiful to celebrate us. Instead, we will put our two boys to bed and snuggle up on the couch while eating a celebratory bowl of icecream as pennies raindown! We will reminisce, laugh, indulge in dreaming about the next ten years. And I will feel cherished. Protected. Loved.
Happy Anniversary Hubs.