One Year Later

It’s the anniversary post! For those of you who don’t like mushy things, take a look at this while I wax sentimental for a moment.

Okay, remember this?

Turns out that was last year. Seriously, where did this year go? It feels like we were married just a little bit ago. Of course, it also feels like we’ve been married forever, which is a really weird dichotomy. But here we are, celebrating our first anniversary. Somehow I don’t quite feel old enough to be using that word—an anniversary still seems like a mom-and-dad thing, when mom would wear her perfume and dad would take her out to dinner. But ready or not, it’s here and I couldn’t be happier.

I can say without hesitation that this year has been the best year of my life.

Sure, he rolls on my hair, can’t stay awake to save his life, and sometimes steals all the covers. He’s an incorrigible tease and a complete goofball. He is also the kindest, funniest, most patient, and most fun-loving man I have ever known.

Each day, he brings me joy. He holds my hand as we go to sleep at night, stretches my back in the morning, and sends me emails and texts throughout the day. He plays with words to hear me laugh. He enjoys my quirks. He kisses me after prayers. He makes the bed in the morning and takes care of the other little things around the house that always escape me.

Really, this year has been charming and filled with dancing in the kitchen, daydreaming about the future, and laughing at silly songs and inside jokes. I have never felt like so much was possible, but I’ve also never been more grounded. Ryan is, in every way, the perfect companion for me and my very best friend.

I am so lucky.

Happy Anniversary, Ryan.