Parker and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary this past Monday and I thought I should write a post to document this time and reflect on our marriage, two years in. And because we didn’t take any pictures celebrating our anniversary, and these pictures are the best we’ll probably ever look in our lives, I’m using them again. :) (PS, you can see my posts about our wedding here if you’re interested.)
I have heard so many people say that marriage is hard. When giving advice to engaged couples, veteran married couples warn that the first couple years are the most difficult and that marriage is hard work and that you have to keep at it in order to stay happy and keep the romance alive.
I disagree. I think marriage is the best thing ever and that it doesn’t need to be hard or feel like work if you choose the right person to spend your life with. Sure, we have arguments, fights even, but we always come to the realization that no fight is ever bigger than us. Our love is the alpha and omega, and the foundation for everything else in our lives. And yes, at this point we have fallen into a routine and we spend most nights at home catching up on our Netflix shows and falling asleep by 10:30 instead of out on romantic dates and adventures. But, you know what? We kinda love that. And we know that romance exists in how we look at each other and show affection, no matter the setting.
Now, I realize those are big words and strong declarations to make after only two years of marriage and before any children arrive, and maybe I’ll revise my statement as the years wear on. But the hopeless romantic in me believes in the power of love that much, so I stand by my words.
Also, I don’t know if I ever talked about this here, but Parker and I have a pretty long history. We dated for two and a half years, then broke up for two years, then got back together for two more years before we got married. I broke up with him, not because I didn’t love him (because I did – so much!), but because I just couldn’t handle being in a relationship at the time. I was immature, had no idea what my identity was or what I wanted in life…and I just couldn’t promise to be with him while I figured that all out. But he waited for me. He remained my best friend and closest confidant for those two years and welcomed me back with open arms when I was finally ready. And the fact that I walked away and could have lost him forever still breaks my heart and makes me cry tears of regret when I think about that time, even though I know it was the best thing for us in the long run.
(PS – Will my waist ever be that small again after baby??!?! ;) )
But here we are, eight and a half years after we first fell in love and I am no longer surprised that I somehow keep finding extra room in my heart to love him more all the time. And I know that seeing him become the father of our son, and hopefully more children in the future, will reinforce the fact that I married right. We married right.
Anyway, that’s my cheesy love post of the year.
Here’s to all you hopeless romantics, newlyweds, soon-to-be-marrieds, or even skeptics. Love doesn’t have to be hard. It doesn’t have to be work. Those moments may come, but if you keep your eyes on the prize, love always wins.
All these great photos by Nessa K, who captured our love so perfectly on our special day.