|The day before our wedding. In our kitchen. 2003.|
|That’s you trying on your tux jacket before our wedding. Do you remember that t-shirt you have on?|
|How many years later and I still wear that necklace? I still love it. One of the first gifts you gave me.|
There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that fall day in Toledo, Ohio that I was making the right decision.
I would have run down that aisle to you, sweet man.
…still… you lept.
Sure, it was gorgeous and beautiful and incredible, but it was so us and we had such a good time… together.
My hair was yellow and you had very long sideburns and odd taste in shirts.
Still, I relished introducing you as, “my husband”… I was so proud. (I still am today.)
|Look at us on our honeyymoon. Tee hee.|
That newlywed year of “firsts” makes me smile.
Remember that first Christmas tree? I believe I wanted a short, fat tree and we stuffed it in my jetta at the Andersons, didn’t we? Remember? I believe you were even taller than it. 🙂
|A friend’s wedding. Circa 2004.|
|Your chair. Nattie’s toys. The allium that we grew, in the orange vase, the heart paperweight you made me.|
On our second anniversary in 2005, you made me this.
Do you remember? I smile as I type this. You made for me what you said you never would… 🙂
|Two years married – October 2005|
|I know I’m the first person to have ever done that.|
I remember being so confused. I couldn’t wrap my brain around the round-about in front of Mega when we were visiting. I never seemed to know where I was going.
|Thanksgiving 2006 – with my Mom and Taryn visiting. We look 12.|
We managed that whole “living apart” thing for those several months so that we could see if this was what we really wanted to do. I will forever be grateful that you were willing to give up your great job to move down here…
It’s who you are.
Thankfully, we were apart only for a few months, and then after you got here our new life started.
In hindsight, I think we grew up here, don’t you?
|Your 30th birthday.|
Craig Ross, there is absolutely, unequivocally no one else I’d rather travel this road with.
I love who you are.
I love that we have fun together.
I love that you can wear pink… proudly.
I love that you are so supportive of me.
|My 28th birthday. 2007.|
I sometimes wish you required more of the spotlight, because you deserve it.
I want to SHOUT IT FROM the mountaintops that you are INCREDIBLE. I want to shout that EVERYONE deserves a Craig. I want to tell all who will listen about the depth of the goodness that is in your soul.
You are so wonderful.
And sometimes I hate admitting it, but our marriage isn’t a lot of work.
I don’t think that means that we don’t think it’s valuable, or that it isn’t worth extra effort…
It’s just not hard because, well… I think we enjoy it.
|New Year’s Eve – 2007|
We both know that we’re committed and we both know that, yeah, sometimes, I’m going to annoy you. A lot. Like a lot. Like you’re probably going to want to make a martini, watch some UFC and act like I’m not breathing over in the other room.
Because we’re human.
|Birthdays 2008. Chloe came into the restaurant and said, “Happy Birthday, Uncle Craig. Here’s a sweet melon.” Then she handed you a small watermelon.|
But the truth of the matter is, the ebbs and flows, highs and lows of marriage are normal and we both don’t sweat them.
We know the ship will right itself. We know we’ll get back on course. We’ve both matured so much. We talk. We listen.
But I think most importantly, and this lesson comes from you, dear man —
There is no room for grudges in this house.
And we move on.
|Aruba 2007. (Apparently this was before I had decided to stay out of the sun.)|
Before we got married, I remember someone telling me “to never go to bed angry” once we were wed.
I’m assuming that person was single because a new day always brings perspective, healing and forgiveness.
Marriage is about all those things: perspective, healing and forgiveness.
Throughout the tough stuff we’ve laughed and we smiled.
You’ve been patient with me through two pregnancies. “HOW AM I GOING TO HAVE A BABY IN MEXICO?”
(Um, like all the other Mexican women.)
You’ve held your tongue when necessary and you’ve remained my rock. You deserve some sort of fancy trophy.
|2009 – Lila Ross.|
|2011 – Vivienne Kate. And yes, I’m wearing the same dress as above in a different color.|
And I love you for always doing the things.
For making sure that everything is done.
The painting. The building. The everything.
And then, I mean, it cannot go unspoken.
There’s these two. Perhaps they’re your trophies. In that case, you’re welcome for them.
Oh, your love for them.
YOU are unlike so many Dads before you. You are so involved. You have changed, I would bet, just as many diapers as I have. You have taken care of these little ladies, your ladies, since the day they were born.
And you’re good at it.
And this is all a crapshoot – this whole marriage thing. Because you never really know if the one you marry is going to be any good at the most important job in the world.
And you are.
You’re my everything.
You’re my heart.
You’re my soul.
We’ve grown up together.
|Our anniversary getaway – 2010. I was pregnant for Vivienne.|
|Ohio. Nick and Jimmy’s, 2009. I was pregnant with Lila.|
|August 2009. My birthday.|
I am beyond proud of the man you’ve become and I am confident that our daughters’ future husbands are going to have quite a job ahead of them because no one is going to compare to you.
There’s no one else I’d rather be married to.
In the past weeks my world has changed. My life has become a “Before” and an “After” and I have felt unable to breathe. You have been patient. You have been kind. You’ve given me breath. You will never know what your support, to my Mom over the years, and to me now, has meant. I am so glad I married you.
Craig: you are a good, good man.
I love you so much.
9 Year Anniversary Post :: click here to read
8 Year Anniversary Post :: click here to read (The Story of how we met)
7 Year Anniversary Post :: click here to read
5 Year Anniversary Post :: click here to read