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A year and a day. There's something undeniably amazing about that. It's somehow even more amazing than simply 'a year'. That we've made it this far astounds me, and yet it's the most natural thing in the world. The future feels somehow brighter than it ever has. I'm calmer, more confident, more content than I knew I was capable of being. I owe it all to him, to us.
The past few days, having him here with me... We're stronger than we've ever been. We're closer, more comfortable, more connected. I'm no longer afraid of him, of his opinions of me, and letting go of that fear, I'm no longer afraid of myself. There's no more awkwardness when I speak of 'my husband', instead, there's pride. I'm married to a man with a phenomenal capacity for love, kindness, and generosity. And his taste in jewelry doesn't hurt either.
A year from now our anniversary will be filled with dirty diapers and formula and all those things that parenthood means. If I were doing this with anyone else I'd be an absolute wreck right now. That I'm doing this with him... Somehow this feels like a second chance at the life I thought I'd screwed up badly enough never to actually get to lead.
I love him more than I have the words to express, and I'm not afraid of that fact. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. I can only hope he knows that.
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A year and a day. There's something undeniably amazing about that. It's somehow even more amazing than simply 'a year'. That we've made it this far astounds me, and yet it's the most natural thing in the world. The future feels somehow brighter than it ever has. I'm calmer, more confident, more content than I knew I was capable of being. I owe it all to him, to us.
The past few days, having him here with me... We're stronger than we've ever been. We're closer, more comfortable, more connected. I'm no longer afraid of him, of his opinions of me, and letting go of that fear, I'm no longer afraid of myself. There's no more awkwardness when I speak of 'my husband', instead, there's pride. I'm married to a man with a phenomenal capacity for love, kindness, and generosity. And his taste in jewelry doesn't hurt either.
A year from now our anniversary will be filled with dirty diapers and formula and all those things that parenthood means. If I were doing this with anyone else I'd be an absolute wreck right now. That I'm doing this with him... Somehow this feels like a second chance at the life I thought I'd screwed up badly enough never to actually get to lead.
I love him more than I have the words to express, and I'm not afraid of that fact. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. I can only hope he knows that.
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