Monday will mark our seven year wedding anniversary. As I sat down to write this post, I thought for a long while about what a surreal feeling it is to have spent so many years doing life with one person. The feeling that day to day feels like it bumps along, and not in the weight of hours, days, weeks, years we have spent working together as a team and loving one another.

But when you go to celebrate an anniversary, the weight of the words of seven years seems substantial. And I keep waiting to feel the weight of that. The weight of seven years. And still, I don’t. I look at our marriage…

…the things we used to argue about have changed. And they don’t look like they used to. Our appreciation of each other’s strengths has grown deeper and more respectful.

I’m so thankful for Nathan. For his careful, logical approach to life. For his ability to visualize and see so clearly the future vision of something abstract. For his adoration and complete involvement in our boys’ lives and raising them to be amazing little human beings. He’s such a steady rock for me in all seasons.

We don’t always get it right. In fact, there are plenty of screw ups on both of our parts. But I am proud of us. For the way we have grown individually and together. Happy anniversary, my love.