Seven Years

M,

Seven years ago, I walked down the aisle to marry my best friend.

Can you believe it's been seven years already? Sometimes it feels like it's only been a couple of months and other times, it's hard to remember a time without you in my life. You were the first man who accepted me for who I was, good and bad, and refused to give up on me.

On our wedding day, I remember dancing with you at the end of the night. Begging you not to let the night end, because I was loving every minute of the day. It was just so magical and felt so right. We were surrounded by friends and family, the people we loved the most, celebrating our union, our future.

Who knew the ups and downs we would experience?

Your job changes. Starting our journey to build a family. The amazing high of getting pregnant so quickly with Miss O. Planning for her arrival. The crashing blow of my mother's death, followed by the birth of Miss O. Feeling our way through parenthood, trying to do everything right. Attempting to try for a second baby. The first miscarriage. Your approval of letting my sister move in with us, until she got back on her feet. ( I'm still amazed that you were okay with this!). Jamaica. The ectopic pregnancy. Miss O. growing and changing. More losses. Disney World. The first day of preschool.

Many memories...and good or bad, they are ours. And I am so thankful that I've experienced them with you.

I love you, baby.