the year of fruit & flowers.

that's the traditional gift for four years of marriage. FOUR! go us! the trials we've faced, the uphill battles we've climbed, the odds we've beat, the sacrifices we've made... i'm dang proud of the marriage we've built, and the roots we've put down, and our sweet little home we've made.

the love and devotion, the vows we took, they save us when we sabotaged ourselves, heal us when we wound each other, and humble us to forgiveness. it has taught us what trust looks like, how to give grace, communicate the lumps in our throats and live honestly. these bits are the backbone of our day to day, the life to our love. and each day we are learning to care for each other better, to be the best version of ourselves and to hold each other close when we fall short. 

there is no one on this earth i'd rather conquer this world with, wake up to each day, seek new adventures with, or sit on the couch pouting with. no one i'd rather have tickle me until i'm stark mad, chase me around the house or creep me out until i'm crawling with the heebee-jeebees. no one i'd rather raise babies with, belly laugh at, pray alongside or dream big with. 

somehow i knew the moment i met him, that he was my home. and i don't think it coincidence that since the beginning of all things "us", and still today, we sign every love letter "home". and it's true, through and through, no matter the circumstance, he will always be my heart's home. 

happy four years my dear. it's just the start to growing old and the many years to come. a strong steadfast start. i love you. i've always loved you. i'll always love you. 

love, 

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