Three years ago today we were married in a room full of people that we love. You wore a feather in your lapel and vowed to wake up each morning and appreciate the life we made together. There was a full 30 minutes I couldn't find you that day, you were wrestling in the bounce house with your high school tag team partner. You emerged covered in sweat your shirt ruined and I knew I'd love you forever. When the day was over we ate pizza fully clothed in our hotel bed and laughed about things I don't remember now.
It isn't always beautiful, it's certainly never perfect. But is the only life I'd ever choose.
This time last year I sat upon this stoop in a picture just like this (#snidersonthestoop), little did we know that the boy upon your knee had just begun to find his home within me. I've found myself overcome more than once today as I watch you with him. Our son.
He arrived with the peonies in the yard whilst the trees were still in bud. Born from our love, stitched together in time. The newest part of our story, the freshest part of our hearts.
Some days are hard, some days are beautiful.
All of them I chose to spend with you.
Happy Anniversary my lover.