Today is Nicholas' birthday and each year, around this time, I write him a love letter.
To my husband,
This is our eighth year together. And I love you all the more than I did when we were nineteen.
The learning of each other doesn't stop because we spend 5, 10, 15, or 40+ years together.
Each day, I'll wake up and try to make more sense of the brain in your head, that beating heart in your chest, those dimples when you smile. I'll happily spend the rest of my life puzzling you out.
Because as you said recently, "We're best friends for life," but so much more, too.
You're my co-adventurer, and my favorite homebody. You're a hard worker, so good at your job and providing for our family. You're my comfort, keeping me warm on a cold night. You're my favorite person to have coffee with, and mull over life with, and bake a (gluten-free coffee) cake for, and fall asleep on the couch with. I'll continue to trust your leadership of our family and trust God's plans for our future.
Today, we're celebrating your birthday by lingering on the couch with coffee, and eating homemade (birthday) coffee cake, the best local takeout pizza, and our favorite chicken tacos together.
And looking forward: We'll celebrate each other, not just on birthdays. We'll hug all the time, because now it's such a wonderfully habitual part of our marriage. We'll continue to find that balance of fun/intimacy as we pursue even more shared interests. And we'll practice both the challenging and encouraging of each other, as we pursue Christ together.
I wouldn't have it any other way than to be at your handsome side. It's an honor and a pleasure and a blast.
Here's to you, sweetheart. You've got my heart (held tight).
P.S. - all these pictures are from our trip to Canada this past fall (except the cake, naturally).
I'm a little late in sharing this, but we had a belated anniversary date planned and I wanted to share a bit about our celebration.
Since his birthday was on a Thursday, he worked and I had a regular day with the boys, but I did prepare dough to make his requested birthday treat: sourdough cardamom knots (I made them around Christmas, and we love them).
Welcome to my annual post of our life in the last year – a review of all the big and little events, travels, habits, heartbreaks, and joys. These posts require a lot of time and energy, in part due to sifting through all the posts I wrote in the last year, but also because these posts spur me to reflect and sit with the previous year for a moment, before stepping into the next one.