Yesterday marked the 12th anniversary for the day I married Drew.
My love for him leading up to my wedding day was an all consuming love. One that often times made me feel as if I couldn't breath without him. I couldn't imagine ever loving someone more than I loved him.
Than I had two beautiful babies with him and my definition and ability to love quadrupled infinitely and instantaneously. In between the moments of sleep deprivation, late night feedings and wanting to kill him, I found myself loving him in a much more complex way.
My love for him and the role he played in my life completely changed.
A little less like I can't breathe if he is not around me, to a little more like I am strong with out him but stronger with him. Less of a need to be around him, more of a want.
Drew is the absolute center of my universe {corny but true...} and without him I don't think I could face the world everyday. He makes me so much better than I am alone.
He is an incomparable father. He is an amazing husband and generous friend and frankly I don't think I have ever loved him more than I do now after twelve years of ups and downs.
One of my many hopes, is that Drew and I have the opportunity to grow old together and have countless more anniversary's.
{And next year I think it would only be fitting that he write a post about me.}
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