Three Years Married

Three years.

It seems like a year, maybe? I remember hitting the one year and feeling like only four months passed us by. Actually, by those measurements, we're right where we should be.

If one year equals four months, in married years, we have officially hit the year mark. I knew I was on to something.

We hit the three year mark nearly a month ago, but I can't pass up an opportunity to talk about the celebration of being married to my favorite person in the world.

Still, after more than five years together, there is no one I look forward to spending time with more than my husband. Our spousal friendship has only ever grown. Maybe you've heard me talk about friendship in marriage before, but I just cannot emphasize it enough.

Of course there are about a million other tiny pieces that make marriages strong, lasting, and all-around enjoyable, but that friendship basis is something I hope we always hold sacred.

If I'm being totally transparent with you, I had long held the belief that your best friend shouldn't be your S.O.

I scoffed at the engagement announcements that read, "I said yes! Marrying my best friend!"

I remember thinking, "Geez girl, get a life. You don't have any close friends outside your S.O.?" I'd usually read those announcements and promptly call up one of my best friends and grab a drink at the nearest bar. This thought even followed me into marriage, because to me, my best friends were my girlfriends.
They still are, but I made a serious revelation.

I was a silly, silly girl. Because the fact is, Tom is my best friend. He's the first person I tell when I have good news or bad. I know all his quirks and listen to his wild ideas and I get to be the one that sees and knows what no one else does. He is also the only known living being who has broken down my angry morning barrier. He is the only sight or sound I can stand before I've downed a cup of coffee, and he actually helps to shield me from anyone I could potentially harm if they attempt breaking this barrier themselves (haha - sorry houseguests). We know more about each other than each other even knows. If that's not a best friend, I don't know what is.

The thing is, as much as Tom is my best friend, he is so much more than that.

We share our faith, our passions, our most ordinary moments, and our most trying times. We have an incredible God to lean on in times of joy and of sadness. We are truly blessed to have been led to one another in this life.

Thomas, I am so grateful to call you my husband and best friend. Adventuring through this crazy life with you is never boring. And on the few times it is, I'm glad you're there to finish the lyrics to my made-up songs. I'm glad you love food, coffee, DIY-ing our house, giving back-rubs, watching weird shows, and creating adventures out of the littlest moments. Happy three year anniversary, my love.

And yes, as soon as the kitchen is finished I'll bake you a cake.