And here we are, five years later. We’ve grown from a couple to a family of four; we’ve seen the world and have put thousands of miles under our belts, we survived living in another country (and have the wine to help us survive several more years here); and we’ve seen each other through amazing times and rough times.
As I sit here and type this, there’s a baby on my arm/lap/boob, I’m still wearing my maternity yoga pants, I have major baggage under my eyes from a lack of sleep, and my hair is a tangled hot mess. You currently have a Sophia the First sticker stuck to the back of you shirt, you’ve sported a hot pink hair bow in you hair in the last 24 hours, and you make it your mission to make our first born laugh uncontrollably. Your compassion, helpfulness, and eagerness to be a good husband and father does not go unnoticed.
Dinner tonight won’t be just the two of us out celebrating somewhere at a fancy restaurant; instead we’re blessed that someone from your work is bringing over a meal for us so we can focus on our family in these early days with a newborn. My high heels will continue collecting dust in the closet, and I don’t foresee a time in the near future when I’ll have a need to wear makeup (or get out of these yoga pants). And you know what? I’m totally okay with that.
This is our life, and I love it.
I think it’s sometimes silly when people say that their wedding day was the best day of their life, because there are so many moments after that day that can rival with such a fancy shin dig. But you know what? In retrospect, that was one of the best days of my life, because it’s the day we started our family.
*All photos courtesy of Kim Jackson Photography