Today marks Ryan and my second anniversary. I hadn’t really thought much about what to post here because, truly, marriage is a private thing. That said, this blog is simply a public reflection of our private lives, so why not share on here, too? Two years have passed since Ryan and I said “I do” in front of 19 of our closest friends and family, and to this day, I’m still in awe of how blessed I am that God gave me this man with whom to spend eternity, raise a family and enjoy – through thick and thin.
In two years, we’ve already accomplished so much. We made a home in Arizona together for 11 months at Fort Huachuca, we found out we were expecting our surprise first baby, received orders to PCS to Fort Drum, explored Mexico, Canada and the Bahamas, had our first baby, bought our first home at our new duty station, ran two half marathons, lost a combined total of 41 lbs, survived a 5-week TDY separation, found out we were expecting baby number two and grew to be better friends than ever before.
I am no marriage expert, but after two years, I can honestly say that marriage is a marathon – not a sprint. There are trials and tribulations. There are fights, and hurt feelings, and the occasional bout of anger. But even better than all that? We get to make up, apologize, grow from our resentment and find ourselves stronger and more solid. We’re learning as we go, but there is nobody else in this world that I’d rather learn with.
Ryan, I’m so glad that you chose me. I’m so thankful that we found each other – online, no less, across the country – two flawed halves that made each other whole. Thank you for being my partner in crime, laughing at my silly jokes when nobody else will, dealing with my hormones (even though the pregnancy ones are your fault), traveling and discovering with me, sharing our sweet baby boy, serving our country and being my hero. You are my rock and my best friend. Cheers to an eternity more together!