Marry the man today.

Six years. Feels like longer, because sometimes it's hard to remember life before us.

Marriage is hard. In some ways it feels harder than parenting because there's not even really the benefit of biological instinct to help your way through some of the hard stuff.  In six years there's been plenty of that, plenty of moments when it felt like the ground was going to open up and swallow us whole but every time we've been able to claw and scratch and work our way through it to sturdier ground. The foundation under our feet has never felt stronger, and the view from here is pretty great.

This was a big and crazy year, and he was the rock through all of it. Job changes and stress

and craziness and through it all he was always right there to hold me, make me laugh, leave some little silly token of affection to brighten up my day and my workspace. This is the man who taught himself to cross-stitch on Youtube so he could recreate the Hawkblock as a Christmas present. I'm still not sure how he's ever going to top that one.

I've said before he makes me believe in better endings. He makes me want to be a better person not because he's ever tried to change me but because he loves me where I am.

I took my wedding vows very seriously, and I'm grateful for every better and I'm even more grateful for every worse - and there'll be more of both to come no doubt - because they're

the mile markers on the journey that's brought us here.

Six years and I love him more today than I could possibly have imagined then, because of everything that's happened in the space between.  Happy Anniversary, M.