18 Jun 2013
Two years ago today, my Daddy walked me down the aisle, and I sobbed the whole way, out of joy and gratitude. When I was a little girl, I didn’t dream of my wedding, but I did dream of love: romance and flowers and that butterfly feeling in my stomach. And this love, it definitely hasn’t disappointed in that arena. There have been, and continue to be, all kinds of romantic surprises, and I still get pretty giddy every day when Eric comes home from work. When he’s away from home, my eyes fall on a scrap of paper with his handwriting on it, and I can’t help but smile and clutch it close to my heart. I feel that way about every single little thing about him: I love them all so much.
But the greatest thing about this love is not that it fits the bill of the romance I imagined as a little girl. The greatest thing is that it is so much more. It’s the peace I feel every time we make a decision together for our family–we are such a good team. It’s the deliberations over plane tickets and car repairs and what to make for dinner. It’s the million and one ways Eric makes me laugh in any given week. It’s the private language we share, that only the two of us understand. It’s the deep knowledge that I am known and loved more deeply and intimately than I could ever have imagined. It’s the comfort of always being with your best friend, someone who has your back to the very end, someone who finds as much magic in you as you find in him. When we are together, everything is fun, and everything is funny. And the things that are not fun, and not funny, they are okay too, as long as he is by my side.
In my favorite pictures of Eric, he is looking away from the camera and smiling at something in the distance. Something about that makes my heart overflow every time I see it. It’s such a perfect image of the man I love: happy, hopeful, sweet, loving, compassionate. I love to tell him how much I love him. The trust and respect between us is something that I’m not sure I ever I thought I’d experience, not even in my wildest dreams. It’s an embarrassment of riches over here, and I am so thankful for it every single day, from the first morning smile to the sleepy good nights before bed.
To say that these two years, and the five years that we have been together, have been the happiest of my life would be the understatement of the century, akin to saying that maybe chocolate is a little tasty sometimes. Eric reminds me all the time, with his endless support of my work and play, with his gentle compassion, with his bright enthusiasm for life and learning, that he is more than wonderful, more than marvelous, more than amazing. Thank you for two incredible years, baby. I still do. And I always will.