A Stepping Stone: Four Years

Six and a half years ago, on January 16, 2006, I arrived to your house with my then best-friend who just happened to be a childhood best friend of yours. It was that day that our paths, our stars, our fate finally aligned and we met.

Five years ago, we decided to make Tenessee our home. I took a leap of faith with you, the man who gave me so much hope and filled my life with abundant love.

Between years six and four we evolved radically as a couple. We learned the exasperating tendencies, laughable qualities, earned the degrees, applied for the first jobs {and the law schools}, we got the dog(s).

We loved, laughed, celebrated and planned. And then it was time. 

Four years ago, August 2, 2008, we said our I do's in front of our friends and family. We committed ourselves to each other in the place where I found God, the place I'd dreamed of marrying my prince charming, the place I always knew I'd become a Mrs.

Three years ago, I found myself in the darkest of dark places attempting to deal with issues that weren't mine to worry over. I lost myself and my faith, but there you were, my light at the end of the tunnel. You fought for me, you fought for us and you pulled me back into the light.

Two years ago, we celebrated overcoming a bumpy season with a quiet dinner at the Melting Pot. A week later, a doctor shook our world when we found out we were expecting.

Sixteen months ago, we became parents and started a new season of our journey. I'll never forget the feeling of my heart exploding as I held your hand moments after welcoming Jackson. Really and truly I physically felt my heart explode or maybe it was the second epidural.

One year ago, we were newbie parents figuring out life with a newborn, soaking in squishy moments, wishing for a few more hours of sleep and sneaking out of town for our first time away from Jackson.

Today, we lived our lives as we always do. Woke up, went to work, shared I love you's, and went to our usual Thursday night dinner at Lady's. Nothing special {except the roses you surprised me with} and I wouldn't have it any other way. Our day-to-day may be typical, but for me it's perfection. Where we've been, where we are and where I see us going is more than I could ask for in life.

Tomorrow we'll head up to the Blue Ridge Mountains, where we said our vows four years ago. We'll head to Biltmore to enjoy the winery scenery, each other's company and some peace and quiet sans baby.

This weekend we'll have the chance to be those newlyweds again. I cannot wait to spend 36 hours just you and me pretending life as married is young and carefree.

Happy four years my love. I look forward to the year ahead and the many following.