5 years ago I married my man. What a wonderful, happy day it was. Describing how I felt that day will never be possible, but it is a tangible feeling I can recall very vividly. I felt safe, secure, and excited to embark on the journey of life with Matt.
He was my best friend. He made me laugh from the day I met him. We clicked instantly, had chemistry, had fun, and it just felt right. We stayed up way too late, way too many times, talking about the serious and not-so-serious matters of life. I think that there could be a number of people that could be right for any one person. But, for us, there is much more to it. Our meeting, dating, and story of us has always testified to me that he was supposed to be mine, and I his. I have said, and will still say, I truly believe that Matt and I were meant to be together.
Things have evolved and changed over the years, as life naturally does change and evolve. Every couple has their own story that unfolds as days and years pass. Matt and I have quite a story and it continues to unfold and reveal new lessons, perspectives, and appreciation. Matt is still my best friend. He still makes me laugh. We still talk about the serious and not-so-serious. I still know we were meant to be. I am still excited about our adventure of life together.
I came home last night to this beautiful bouquet. I can't describe how happy it made me. It is a really big deal that Matt got these roses. He wasn't reminded once of our anniversary and he never remembers things like this on his own. When I got home last night and saw these on the table I was so excited and just asked ,"Matt, are these for anything special?" He said, "BABE! You are special, and tomorrow is our anniversary!". It totally made my night. I love him.
Happy 5 years, love.