Two years ago today, my husband, Christopher, and I took pictures int he freezing cold while traipsing all over American Tobacco Campus in Durham. We then went back to the church and made a covenant that we would love and cherish each other until death do us part. We then went to our reception and celebrated with family and friends, then later road off into the sunset. It was the perfect day.

It’s funny because it’s hard to remember my life before that day. Those memories now seem so far and distant—almost like a dream. Even though two years isn’t a long time, so much has happened. We’ve comforted each other through family deaths and through family cancer scares. You held me when I cried because we didn’t know how bad my dad’s kidney cancer was. You knew how much being in limbo killed me. You held me on the nights, I bawled my eyes out because I was doing too much and not able to handle it. It was unreasonable for me to be trying to work 40 hours a week, commute 8-10 hours a week, and try to build a successful business all at the same time.   During that time, you showed me grace, true Christ-like grace. Where I fell short, you picked up the slack. Whether that meant doing the dishes after or 3rd grilled cheese dinner in a week or doing our laundry so we would have clean underwear. During that time, when I was so stressed out that I didn’t act very lovable—you loved me anyways.

We’ve been through some exciting things in two years too. We moved to a different state together, and found new jobs. You supported me as I made the leap into running my business full time. Six months ago, we bought our first house and have made that house a home. So as I wrap this up, I just want to say life with you is grand. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Happy two years, babe. I know I’ll be just as crazy about you at year fifty-two.