6 years. 72 months. 312 weeks. 2,190 days. That's how long I've been married to the love of my life. That's two cross country moves. Two deployments. Two babies. Four apartments. Three cars. And the fact that it can all be summed up in a few short words makes it feel so easy and fast. And it's been anything but that. But it's definitely been worth it.
There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thankful and grateful for the man I'm married to. I really am lucky. Not everyone gets to meet their soul mate at 18 years old. And I did.
From the first moment I met him, I knew there was something special about him. He had me. And he knew it.
Our love was a whirlwind. Fast, hot and amazing. We married July 8th at only 19 years old. And two and a half months later, he left me for the good ole' United States Marine Corps. Not your typical newly wed status, but boy did I love that man of mine!
Our love grew during boot camp.
It continued to grow in North Carolina.
It grew even more during his first deployment.
My love for him grew more than I ever thought possible when I saw him as a Daddy.
He's pretty great at being a Daddy.
And here we are. Six years later. He's my very best friend. My partner in crime. The biggest pain in my ass. And the love of my life. He's my person. And I'm so blessed to call him mine. The past six years has been the greatest adventure of my life and I can't wait to see what the next hundred years has in store for us.
