We've Come a Long Way, Baby...

For better or for worse. Those words sounded so romantic, so poetic on our wedding day. Little did I know just how real they would become over the course of our marriage.

Let's do the math:
  • 12 years together
  • 8 years of marriage
  • 2 mortgages
  • 1 two pound, thirteen ounce baby boy, born at
  • 32 weeks
  • 1 nine pound, 8 ounce baby boy with
  • 4 hospitalizations related to sickle cell
  • 5 surgeries (mine) 
  • 1 nervous breakdown (mainly mine, but I'm sure I'll drive Angel to have one eventually)
Yet, here we are. Older than at the beginning, with more gray and a few extra pounds. A lot more sleep deprived, a bit less spontaneous, but truly stronger than ever.

On August 15, 2004 I was blessed to marry my best friend. A man who knows me better than myself, who balances out my perfectionist/anxiety-ridden/Type-A madness with just the right combination of cool, calm and collected. He celebrates my victories, holds me in times of despair, makes me laugh and always has my back.

I knew that I loved Angel Torres shortly after I met him. What I didn't know was how much my life would change because of him. We have been through immense highs and soul-crushing lows. And through it all, we are still here. Still standing. Still laughing.

And still in love.

Happy anniversary, baby.

Kelly said...

Awww. Happy Anniversary. Sounds like you found one of the good guys :)

Happy Little Feet said...

What a touching letter to your husband. It is wonderful to have met your soul mate and gone through so much together. A best friend is hard to find. Happy Anniversary.

CCinCali said...

So sweet! Happy Anniversary!

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