My husband and I weren’t supposed to get together. He was a friend of an ex of mine and, according to him back then, we had nothing in common. We spent months convincing ourselves, and each other, how terrible of an idea dating would be – but in the end we both made each other happy and decided to give it a shot.
Less than a year later we found ourselves unexpectedly pregnant and got married days after our one year dating anniversary. In the 5 years since then we had two little boys, my husband graduated college and got a job that moved us from the only state – and all the people – we’d ever known, and welcomed a baby girl this past November.
We’ve kept busy. Life is busy. Today marks 5 years of marriage. When we got married we talked about traveling to Napa Valley for our five year anniversary – seeing the West Coast and drinking expensive wine. Instead, I’m sitting on the couch nursing our 3 month old. My 4 year old is in his room for the 3rd time today – this time for hitting his brother with a train track. My two year old fell off a chair and busted his lip and nose an hour ago.
That’s the reality of married life (at least married life with kids!). Except, it’s actually quite wonderful. My husband worked from home today and in the midst of all the commotion, as I reached my breaking point for the day – or more like the week, he wrapped his arms around me and that moment showed what I already know – he is my safe place.
Marry your best friend and you won’t ever regret it. Marry someone who makes ordinary life better than your dream vacation – or at least close to it (let’s be real, I could use a trip to California!).