Nick and I tied the knot five years ago tomorrow. Where does the time go?
I was only a few weeks out of grad school and, to be honest, a little scared. What if I was making the wrong decision? There are no roadmaps in life and it’s scary for someone like me to just follow my gut. I’d had my heart broken before–what if it happened again? It was hard for me to make such a big leap without a healthy dose of terror.
But what I’d underestimated was just how steady this man is. He will keep showing up, and he won’t make a big fuss about it.
We are truly partners in life and in parenting. I can trust him to always be there, and I know that though times have changed many fathers are not as involved as he is. Jack thinks he hung the moon.
Like most, our marriage has not been without its challenges, but every year it gets better and stronger. We’re both still growing together–learning to be honest and kind and considerate while still maintaining our own identities. Happiness is hard work.
From an anniversary post two years ago:
I think I got really lucky when I met Nick. After a series of poor dating decisions throughout high school and college he came along the summer after my junior year and made a fabulously bad first impression. It was so awful that it even merited a spirited post on the personal blog I maintained at the time. I won’t go into the details, since he’s perennially embarrassed when I tell the story, but let’s just say he came off more as drunk frat boy than sweet and sensitive future husband. He must have known better than me, though, because he spent the next several weeks chasing me down and asking for dates before I finally conceded. Turns out he was the perfect fit for me, and almost exactly three years later we were married. I’ve never once regretted it.