Tomorrow is our five-year wedding anniversary. Before I sat down to write this post, I reviewed the posts I wrote for our four-year anniversary and three-year anniversary. Man, those were pretty good. I mean, as this blog gets older I realize I’m not going to be able to top the previous year’s post every year. I’m not going to be able to summarize my feelings and say something new about the effects of motherhood every Mother’s Day or recognize my sister’s birthday and show how much she means to me in a new way every year.
I’ve written a few posts that express those feelings pretty well, if I do say so myself.
Tomorrow is our five-year wedding anniversary and tonight I’m thinking about spending this night five years ago at our rehearsal dinner. How I got a flat tire on the way to the airport to pick up my aunt that afternoon. I think about how after dinner a few girlfriends and I set up camp in the hotel bar and used archival glue and a bone folder to attach the hand-letterpressed covers onto the accordion-folded wedding programs.
I think about being exhausted and excited and nervous, but so happy that so many family members and friends had flown in just for us.
In the five years since that day, a lot has happened. Tim and I have moved twice. We adopted our dog Hugo. Adelaide was born. We’ve taken classes, gone on vacation, argued, cried, laughed. It’s been a good five years. It’s gone by fast. I know I don’t have to one-up each and every holiday or anniversary post on this blog. But, I think it’s good to pause and remember, to acknowledge where we are in life’s journey and remember how we got here and why. Trying to define or explain love can be a challenging writing exercise. I know it when I see it. I know it when I feel it. This is love.