Three Is A Magic Number

“Ya it is, it’s a magic number.” And it is also the number of years the hubster and I have been married. Today marks the third anniversary of us becoming a family, a family of three (see the song is right it is a magic number).  Hard to believe that only 5 years ago we were on a crazy journey all on our own until that one fateful day that the hubster decided to be late for class.

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It is hard to believe that I had given up on finding someone out there that was exactly what I needed (which is so much better than having what you want). I am ever increasingly thankful I did not throw in towel.

Everyday I am thankful and darn right lucky to spend it with my best friend.  Someone who has been through thick and really thin with me (our first 6 months of marriage felt like 60 years it was so full of potholes) and who never once said “I give up” but instead grabs my hand, holds it tight, and some how manages to navigate us out of the storm.

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Everyday I am shown that love is an action not a feeling when he comes home takes the kiddos, does the dinner, and helps me check things off my to-do list so when the kiddos are in bed we can enjoy each others company or just the house being quiet for a change.  He reminds me not to take myself too seriously and that life is no good if you can’t enjoy it, and have a good laugh.

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My darling hubster, thank you for three wonderful years together. I love you more and more each day and can’t wait to see what the next 50+ years hold for us!

**All photos were taken by Jasmine Photography of Portland, Oregon**

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Two-versary

Two years ago at this exact moment I was sitting in a chair arguing with the person who made our cake about how much we would pay them, wanting more than anything that it would be the only disaster of the day (it was until we actually saw the cake but that is a story for another day). Thankfully the hubster took over and averted the next Chernobyl crisis by smoothing it all over and doing what he does best and calms me down.

Then at 3’o clock, he took over once more and transported and moved all the small (and BIG) details I had worked on for the last 18 months while I was trying to calm my nerves down enough to try to memorize my written vows while constantly testing the bounds of waterproof mascara.

And then at this precise moment of 4:15 PM, this happened

Time stood still. The man that I had given up on ever finding walked down steps and took me into arms that have never failed me. In that moment, faith and hope were renewed and I knew my life had been truly blessed. Again, I tested the sheer boundaries of modern science and smear proof mascara.

6 o’clock came and I was holding on by a thread. Breathing something I had been doing for 26 years suddenly became something I had to remember how to do. And walking, forget that, even without the gorgeous heels I was lucky enough to get from the man that would become hubster, I could not get my feet to move in a fashion that resembled anything but a combination of a toddler zombie-esque fashion. And then I saw him

And again time stood perfectly still, though my heart felt like running straight into his arms. The calm that now floods through me whenever he is near overtook me and I knew I could get through this without totally ruining my makeup (that was until I made the mistake of looking at the one person I never expected to be tearing up and realized he had failed me, thanks a lot Justin).

Everyday I am so grateful that I found hubster, that the calm he ensues in me has never ceased. When he is away I never feel right, I feel on edge and incomplete, and it is in those times I realize just what I was missing in my life before I meet him. They say there is someone out there for everyone and until I meet hubster I did not really believe that statement; now I do.

Happy Anniversary Thumper, I love you more than I did two years ago and can not wait to see what life brings us on this journey together. I could not ask for a better hand to hold, arms to take refuge in than yours. Thank you for loving me.