3 Years.

Three years ago today I walked into my favorite dive bar as I had every Tuesday and Thursday the summer before. I had been gone for the past year finishing college and now returned to the familiar sounds and smells of Karaoke Night at the Peacock Lounge. This night would be different than any before. This would be the night I would meet the love of my life playing pool in the corner of that bar. We would sit entranced in conversation the whole night. He would remember my drink and offer me his coat but refuse even a handshake goodbye because he did not want to ruin the electricity we felt. We would spend everyday the next few weeks staying up in my room talking until 6 am surrounded by boxes and Friends would be playing in the background. I would walk him to his car bare foot each morning as the sun rose sad to watch him leave. Hoping each moment could last forever. Eager for the next to come.

And though each moment couldn't last forever we would spend the next three years making magical memories and building a love and partnership that hopefully can. Each year has been more beautiful than the last with this past year being spent creating our most treasured moment yet, welcoming our son. Our bond has grown stronger with each day that our little baby bear grew into a bigger piece of supermarket produce. I can't wait for the years to come and the beautiful memories will now make together as a family.

I truly love this man more each day than the last and I still get butterflies when I look into his eyes. And as I did in those first weeks I walk him out barefoot each day as he leaves for work. Sad to watch him leave but overwhelmed by the fact that this wonderful man is mine and that he will later return to the home we now share together and the family we have made. And in these moments I close my eyes with the knowledge that I am the luckiest girl alive.