This week Sam and I celebrated two years of marriage. Our anniversary involved a regular morning of working, followed by a surprise massage, a stop at IKEA to get the last few essentials for the treehouse, and an evening on temple square. We walked around the square, which was rather empty and peaceful and beautiful. Then, we had dinner at The Roof, where I almost ran into a man and upended his salad plate, only to find out it was Dallin H. Oaks. Oops.
On our anniversary, we like to go back through the year month by month, remembering all the good times. It took us all of dinner to get through the year, and I was feeling really blessed by the time we got to the end of it. I'm lucky to have Sam.
On our anniversary, we like to go back through the year month by month, remembering all the good times. It took us all of dinner to get through the year, and I was feeling really blessed by the time we got to the end of it. I'm lucky to have Sam.
I know you old marriage veterans out there might laugh at a mere two years, but we feel proud of ourselves, like we've accomplished something big. Marriage isn't always easy. The stresses of working, living on a tight budget that doesn't allow for much long-term saving, making complicated life decisions, and having a twelve-year-old live with us aren't always rosy. One day I'll learn that no serious conversations that happen after 10pm end in anything productive, and one day I'll learn to stop being snappy at Sam when I'm hungry. The great thing is, we love each other no matter what, and we have a Christ-centered relationship that grounds us and brings peace into our marriage.
^^Eating at The Roof was a splurge, but it was worth every penny. We loved this gorgeous view of the setting sun behind the temple from our window seats.
I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'll take it.
Here's to another two years!
Here's to another two years!
Love you Sam.
