Today Brian and I celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary. Although it isn't a major milestone because the number doesn't end in a 5 or a 0, I've been thinking a lot about where we are.
It seems to me I'm in the meat of my life. The peanut butter and jelly of the sandwich. The cream of the Oreo. The best part. Or, at least, the most important part. The whole reason the bread or cookie part even exists.
Our oldest child will soon turn four (!) and our youngest is already at the age where we're starting to think about adding another baby to the chaos and joy, oh so much joy, that is the Nash abode.
We're finally living in a home that's perfect for the season we're in. We worked so hard to get it and every day I wake up I'm so proud of what we have to offer our little family of four.
We've made amazing friendships along the way. Friendships that, I can now say with intense certainty, will last a lifetime. Friendships that, thankfully, require no explaining when we haven't spoken or seen each other in months. But when we do, oh boy when we do. The stories and the wine and the laughter and the sheer delight in just being good friends.
Brian's career hasn't hit its it peak yet and my purpose, my passion, hasn't yet either. But that's OK. We know where we are. All in good time, all in good time.
I'm not a believer in fate or soul mates but I do believe a part of me had always been searching for "the one," even as a little girl. "The one" turned out to be my Brian. Even still he's not ever what I pictured my "one" to be with his love of music, his curly hair, his deep devotion to the Church, and he incessant need to constantly be so slow at everything he does. He's not perfect, it's true, but he's perfect for me.
I can't help but think I've lived my entire life in preparation for these years. These are the years I was always going toward, and when they're over, these are the years I'll always be coming from.
Right here. Right now.
It seems to me I'm in the meat of my life. The peanut butter and jelly of the sandwich. The cream of the Oreo. The best part. Or, at least, the most important part. The whole reason the bread or cookie part even exists.
Our oldest child will soon turn four (!) and our youngest is already at the age where we're starting to think about adding another baby to the chaos and joy, oh so much joy, that is the Nash abode.
We're finally living in a home that's perfect for the season we're in. We worked so hard to get it and every day I wake up I'm so proud of what we have to offer our little family of four.
We've made amazing friendships along the way. Friendships that, I can now say with intense certainty, will last a lifetime. Friendships that, thankfully, require no explaining when we haven't spoken or seen each other in months. But when we do, oh boy when we do. The stories and the wine and the laughter and the sheer delight in just being good friends.
Brian's career hasn't hit its it peak yet and my purpose, my passion, hasn't yet either. But that's OK. We know where we are. All in good time, all in good time.
I'm not a believer in fate or soul mates but I do believe a part of me had always been searching for "the one," even as a little girl. "The one" turned out to be my Brian. Even still he's not ever what I pictured my "one" to be with his love of music, his curly hair, his deep devotion to the Church, and he incessant need to constantly be so slow at everything he does. He's not perfect, it's true, but he's perfect for me.
I can't help but think I've lived my entire life in preparation for these years. These are the years I was always going toward, and when they're over, these are the years I'll always be coming from.
Right here. Right now.
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