Sometimes it just hits me. Six and a half years.
Just months away from the seven year mark. I don’t know why, but for
some reason knowing Thomas and I have been married for almost seven
years seems like a really long time to me. There are times in my life
when it certain things suddenly hit me. And this is one of those. I have
been married almost 7 years.
And that is weird.
Not a bad weird. Just
weird. And long. Again, not a bad long. Just long. I have loved every second of it. There have been hard times and amazing times.
And
it all comes back to almost seven years. A lot of life in seven years.
Just the other day Thomas said he liked our random dates. We had just
gone to Boathouse 19. And I have to admit. I love them too. And he also
said he loves to just hang out with me. Ditto. We truly have a blast
together.
There are still moments
when I just want wrap my arms around him and just curl up next to him.
Just be next to him. Even when I am sitting 3 feet from him. It just
isn’t close enough at times. So I scoot on over.
I
look back on the past nine years of knowing Thomas. A year of
friendship. A year of dating and engagement. Four years of the military.
A year of unemployment. Two years of trying to grow our family. Wow. That is my adult
life summed up.
And yet it is
so much more. I wouldn’t change it for anything. Because sprinkled in
those major life events are the games of cribbage, farkle, and settlers.
The movies we cuddled up next to each other and watched. The places we
have camped. The meals we have eaten together. The friendships we have
cultivated. All the countries we have explored. The letters we have
written. The dreams we have dreamed. We are so blessed. So dearly
blessed.
Seven years. The more I
think about it, the more I am excited for the next seven. What on earth
could I imagine them to hold? More games, more friends, more dreams,
more exploring, more life lived.
Together. Happy.
Content.
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| The day after Thomas proposed. Seven years ago. |