(and some days it feels like foooorrrreeeeevvvvveeeerrrrr. Ha, mostly kidding!), and in others it seems like I'm still getting to know him.
In six years I've learned so much about who I am, what kind of wife I want to be, and what kind of marriage I hope to have. I've learned that I have basically zero patience, a short fuse, and a tendency to yell. I've learned that he won't fight back, likes time to cool off, and is probably just as impatient as me. I've also learned that we are excellent communicators, that we love to make each other laugh, and that date night is absolutely essential in a healthy marriage. I've learned that being new parents together is hard, but that it's wonderful, and that it's the best thing we could have done for our marriage and our relationship. I've watched him grow and mature from a crazy, hilarious college guy who I first saw dancing on a stage with a faux hawk, into a handsome, hard-working, responsible father. And an amazing father, at that.
Three years of marriage, and six years together. We are so still newlyweds, really. We so don't have it figured out. But it is so great, and so fun, and so wonderful, and there is so no one else I would ever want to do this thing with. He is my best friend, and I am his, and even if we drive each other nuts some days, we always come back to this place of being so happy to be here. In this amazing little life that we've created, with this amazing little baby that we made. I can't wait to see where we'll be after thirty years of marriage, or sixty years together. I bet it will be a beautiful life.