a post about love

|| Warning: this post is mushy ||

Today marks our two year wedding anniversary.

Two years ago we stood in front of our family and friends {in the rain} and were joined together as husband and wife.


I know it’s so cliche of me to say, but it was seriously my favorite day ever…

…until today.

That’s a really hard thing to admit – both publicly and to myself. I almost feel guilty for feeling as though my wedding day is not my favorite day ever.

I think we (especially women) are conditioned to think that your wedding day is the single most important day in our relationships — or even our lives. We spend countless hours planning the “perfect” day and when all goes well, we believe that no day should ever be better.

Two years ago, I had that “perfect” day. Our wedding was everything I imagined it would be. It was simple, beautiful and very fitting for the two of us – if I had the chance to re-do it, I wouldn’t change a thing.


So how could today top that?

Today, I was overwhelmed by love.

It was a pretty normal day for us. Our morning started with homemade waffles. After breakfast, we both had projects to work on so we did. I went to a class I had registered for a few weeks back, and Alex took care of some stuff around the house. We picked up Taco Bell for dinner and watched the newest episode of “The Amazing Race”.

Pretty romantic stuff right?

Call me crazy but the simple fact that we spent our anniversary really not doing anything “special” is what made today so amazing for me. And as we sat on the couch figuring out what we were going to do for dinner I started to cry the happiest tears.

Now, if you know me, you know I am a crier. But this wasn’t a “normal” cry. Tonight I was completely overwhelmed with the amount of love that I felt for my husband and once the tears started flowing, I honestly felt like I would burst if I tried to suppress them. Never have I felt an emotion as strong as this.

I cried because I love that we are “boring” and don’t need to spend tons of money to be happy. I cried because I love the fact that we celebrate “us” on a daily basis – and that our anniversary isn’t something we go crazy over. I cried because I love our love.


Obviously, I loved Alex on {and before} our wedding day. But that love has continued to grow and evolve in the past few years and today it reached out and slapped me in the face. It’s really hard to explain, but that overwhelming “I’m-going-to-burst-if-I-don’t-let-it-out-NOW” feeling of love is something seriously special and I hope that everyone reading {if you are still reading these rambles} gets to experience it at some point in their lives. And because I got to experience that today, is why today has been my favorite day ever.

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