Two Years Out Of Seven

The other day, Jon and I were chatting with another couple - neighbors-turned-friends, which is awesome - and they asked how long we'd been together. We had trouble doing the math, mostly because the answer seemed incredible in the literal sense of the word. It's crazy to think that it's been nearly seven years. We've been in love for a quarter of our lives.

So, in some ways, two years of marriage doesn't seem like a big deal. What's two out of seven? But then I remember what we dealt with to get here: 38 months apart over 72, five missed birthdays, a long distance engagement, wedding planning from opposite sides of the Atlantic, one visa and one green card... and more. A lot of it was hard.

A lot of it has also been easy, from reunions at airports to bringing each other coffee in the morning and a glass of water before bed. We take walks with Charlie and kiss each other goodbye when our commutes part ways. He buys me the light Babybel because they're only one Weight Watchers PointsPlus each and I buy him the real thing because they taste better. We light candles at dinner for no special reason other than that we're together.

So we will celebrate these two years tomorrow, the second anniversary of our wedding. And we'll celebrate them today, too. After all, every day is something to celebrate. Not everything will be easy - hard happens all the time, even if not of the sort that we've been through so far - but I'm so lucky to have Jon alongside me no matter what we face. There's no one I'd rather do life with.