Happy 1st Anniversary. A year has come and gone already, and I don’t know where the time has disappeared to. I asked myself that as each day passed, but I could never find an answer, and still cannot. I feel as if we are still at the beginning of our story. But it’s not the beginning, is it? We’ve moved forward from those first few chapters. Our new life together has already started, a new chapter in our fairytale being written out before our eyes.
I learned a lot this past year and had a lot of personal growth. It took me awhile to adjust to my new role as “wife” and my new job of being a homemaker. Thank you for being patient with me as I learned (through trial and error) what worked for me, for us, for our little family. I don’t think I’ll ever have it fully figured out. There’s still so much to learn. But I know I can only get better from here on, especially with you by my side to encourage me.
Thank you for being my biggest cheerleader, for letting me chase my dreams and desires. Whenever I felt down, unmotivated, almost on the brink of giving up, you picked me up and told me to keep going. And thank you for trusting me that I can do it, that I will make it. For that, I am forever thankful for. And I’ll continue being your biggest cheerleader in all your accomplishments, especially when playing fortnite.
Thank you for making me laugh everyday, for keeping me on my toes and wondering what crazy thing you’re going to say or do next. Thanks for dealing with my sassy remarks and comments, only to fire back with something witty in return. Know that when you steal my food, I’m not actually angry. You can totally steal my nachos or sushi whenever you want. And even if I act annoyed when your inner nerd and child comes out at various times, I actually find it endearing and adorable. I can’t help but hide and laugh (but know that I will endlessly tease you for it.)
Thank you for being the best provider and leader you can be. And I know that over time you will only get better. You’ve grown so much not only as a husband, but as a man. It makes me so proud seeing you evolve into a man of God. And knowing that you will only continue growing as you explore this new path you’ve decided to take makes me smile. Trust me, you won’t regret it. However, I’m sure looking at the way life is going, you see how God has had a hand in it all.
Thank you for listening when I needed to be heard, for valuing my opinions, thoughts, and suggestions. Thanks for being a shoulder to cry on when I felt like my life was falling apart. Thank you for understanding when I needed time to myself, or that sometimes I would just want you to be nearby when I needed you.
If there’s anything I should thank you for most of all, is that you taught me so much about myself that I never knew I could improve on. I learned how to be more patient, how to listen more intently, how to be grateful, how to communicate better, how to sacrifice, and see what love truly is – that it’s not just a feeling, but a choice that I choose to make everyday, and a choice I’ll continue to make for the rest of my life. Overall, you taught me (and make want) to be a better person.
My vows still stand. Everything I vowed to you on that beautiful day one year ago: promising to always choose you, honour and respect you, to listen and be forever faithful. I promise to continue laughing everyday and grow together. I will continue to fill our home with love, light, and joy.
Our marriage isn’t perfect, no marriage is. We have our moments, our ups and downs. But that’s what marriage is about: two imperfect people who decided to join together on this crazy adventure called life. It will never be perfect, but we can do our best to keep it healthy, keep it going, keep fighting for it. And our marriage is something I will work and fight for everyday if it means having you by my side. You still are, and always will be, my dream come true, my answered prayer.
Oh, and hubby: You’re Welcome. I say that because you know without me, you wouldn’t know where anything in the kitchen was, would lose your wallet every other day, never have clean laundry until you had to get it done once you ran out of clean underwear and socks, and 100 other little things you ask me for every day. But all that wouldn’t matter, because, without me, you would probably just end up starving to death.