Just another day…

Eleven years ago today I waddled down a leaf filled street hand and hand with my soul mate. In front of me a white shirt billowed with the growth of our first child. On this day many have thoughts of hesitation, excitement, uncertainty, hope, love, fear and nerves. But I had peace. I never hesitated for a second the day I went to marry Jamie. I never wondered if this was the one, or if down the road I would grow bored and tired of him. The moments of uncertainty of the future never hit me. Maybe it was the peace of the baby between us, that we were bonded by flesh and blood. All I knew is saying those vows, and signing those papers was nothing more than a legality to me. He was already mine, nobody else fit me, and today I know that nobody else ever would the way he does. We were perfect. Perfectly mix matched. Perfectly opposite. Perfectly best friends. Perfectly in love. Instead of seeing the death of my independence, my youth, I saw me holding his hand 50 years from now…wrinkled and grey…giggling at all our flaws.

Today only marks eleven of the 15 years I have been with Jamie. We are still on the forefront of our lives together. Independently we have had hard lives, and been through things most can’t imagine going through. Together we’ve traveled the days of parenting 3 amazing children, owning a home, running businesses, surviving the economy, and keeping the world between us fresh and alive. Today to us it is just another day. We signed papers this day eleven years ago, we made it legal between us and the state. But everyday is my secret anniversary with my Bub. Everyday I am thankful that he is mine and he is by my side for the ride through our lives.