Fifteen years ago today, I put on a poofy white dress, click clacked down the aisle in my sassy white sandals, and married the love of my life.
Standing there in the light-filled altar, with joy bubbling up through every cell of my body, I was sure I could never be more in love with the man standing next to me than I was at that moment.
I was wrong.
It grows every time he pushes me out into the air, encouraging me to fly when I’m not sure I can.
And every time he holds me close, soothing my hurts and chasing away whatever’s troubling me.
It grows each time we work together to solve a problem that seems to have no solution.
And every time we spend an evening weaving dreams and inventing possibilities.
It grows when he gives all of himself to our daughter, teaching and playing and shaping the person she will become.
And when he withdraws into himself, brain clicking as he creates, invents, and tinkers (even as I roll my eyes).
It grows in ways both small and big, through choices both conscious and instinctive.
It never stops. It never falters. It is the one thing I can depend on even when the ground is shaking under my feet.
It’s been 15 years since we declared our love in front of God, our friends and family, and everyone else who cared to listen.
And I’m quite sure our hearts will still be declaring their love, silently, but with every beat, through all the days of our lives.
Happy Anniversary to you, my love.