Thursday, October 2, 2014

#TBT In Honor Of Nine Years

My husband and I are coming up on our 9 year anniversary. This post has #TBT in the title because the people we were when we got married, and the people we are today, are totally different. When we left for our honeymoon, we were full of optimism and new love. It was an innocent, magical time. It was perfection.

Fast forward nine years. We have been through hell and back. We've been knocked down emotionally and wondered how we'd get through. We've gone through spells of not particularly liking one another. Hell, I've packed my bags once and I meant it. Does that mean we don't love each other, or that our love has diminished over the years? Not at all. Through these hard times, we've always come back together. We've allowed one another to feel whatever we needed to feel to get past the bumps in the road. We're friends. I'd even go so far as to say BEST friends. No one knows me like he does. He's seen the dark in me and never once turned away. I am unconditionally loved and I know it.

I think back to our wedding day and I have a mixture of emotions. Three of my grandparents and my father have passed since that day. I look at our wedding pictures and see how excited about the future I am. I had no idea that in nine short years my life would be completely different. And I'm sad.

But here's the thing, I've MADE IT through these nine years BECAUSE of my husband. He's carried me when I couldn't walk, and given me room when I wanted to run. He understands the nuances of my behavior and accepts them. All of them. I've seen so many posts on FB about people saying how perfect their relationship is and, in the past, I've rolled my eyes. But now I get it. After you've been through so much with someone, after you've looked into the abyss with them, it changes you. It cements your relationship. At the end of the day, you look at your perfectly imperfect mate and you feel, no, scratch that...you KNOW that your battle-weary love isn't the same as it was that first day as Mr. and Mrs.. It's so much more now. It's the kind of love that you know will always be there. No matter what.

So, in honor of nine amazing years, I dedicate this Throwback Thursday to my husband, Bob. Our love is no longer innocent and na├»ve. It's no longer the "I love you so much. Our life is a fairytale!" kind of love. Now it's solid. It's bloodied and bandaged and strong. It's the kind of love that says, "We'll walk this road together and everything will be okay." And I am so thankful.

I love you, Bob. More than I ever understood was possible. Thank you for giving me the kind of love that doesn't quit. Ever.


                                  

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