Yesterday marks the one year anniversary since you asked me to be your wife, to always be there for you, to love you through thick and thin, to fight like hell for you until the day I die.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of me returning from a trip to California. It marks the anniversary of you driving an hour and half from Delaware, with your busy work schedule, just to take me out on a date before I went back to school and work and life got crazy again.
Dating was always hard for us. We never lived in the same state. We were in different stages of life. We had external pressures, piling burden upon burden on our shoulders. Not many people believed we would work. We fought, we fought loudly. We loved, we loved wildly. Nothing about our relationship was planned, safe, or picture-perfect.
Our realtionship was wild, messy, spontaneous and madly frustrating and wonderful.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of sitting in our favorite restaurant in my favorite city. It's my favorite city because it's home but it's also where we fell in love. It's where we reconnected, it's where we found little nooks in the urban jungle that were just ours. This night, you were oddly quiet, which is unlike you because your extroverted personality hates missing the chance to tell a joke or steal the show.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of you paying the bill and whisking me away to my favorite spot in the city. It was golden hour. The sun shone orange and pink, as it retreated back to the horizon where it hides at night. You brought my camera and tripod in a backpack. We set it up and planned to take photographs of the amazing view, high on a hill above the city's skyline.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of you setting the camera to a long exposure, letting the camera lens stay open as long as possible in an attempt to suck in the light of the city's buildings. We turned the flashlights of our phones on and wrote in cursive with the light in front of the camera. I drew a smiley face and ran to check the screen. Sure enough, there was a bright white smiley face, above the city's lights.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of you telling me we were going to play a game. You'd write in the sky with your phone, and I would check the camera screen to try to guess what it said. I turned around, you ran in front of the camera- the now darkening sky as a backdrop to the city- the shutter clicked. When I turned around, the bright camera screen flashed, "WILL YOU" above my favorite city.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of you on one knee, breathing nervously as you talked aimlessly about how much you loved me. You told me you never wanted to go another day without me. You told me you knew you wanted to marry me since the first day we ever hung out, in the park by my house. You told me you had waited two years to ask me this question and you couldn't wait any longer.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of me gasping, half crying, half laughing. Half ecstatic, half terrified. I whispered "yes" through my ungodly gurgling, weeping noises. You placed the most beautiful diamond ring on my finger to seal the deal. I couldn't believe you had bought me a ring. I couldn't believe you had saved up your money. I couldn't believe it was mine. I couldn't believe you were mine.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of me trying to wrap my head around what it would mean to become a wife, to be married, to spend every day with someone. What it would mean to move out, leave my family, plan a wedding. I was terrified at the idea of getting married, and yet, I wanted a life with you so badly.
Yesterday marks the one year anniversary of me jumping in, feet first, taking a risk, facing my fears. It marks the one year anniversary of me saying "yes" to letting my heart be only yours, to taking every risk with you, to following your lead, to starting a family with you, to changing the world with you. It marks the anniversary of me saying "yes" to adventuring with you, fighting with you, cleaning up after you, laughing at (and with) you, going to the ends of the earth to make things right with you.
My dear sweet husband, I said yes before you ever asked.