Our rose bushes are budding and blooming. It didn't dawn on me until yesterday that I could go out and actually pick some to bring inside. Holding them in my hands now has me reflecting on the hope I held exactly like this three years ago today as I said "I Do"...and wishing I had it to root me into the ground and into my life now like it did at that exact moment.
Three years of marriage, nearly eight years of knowing altogether. Two pregnancies, three boys, two moves, one hospitalization, eleven years difference between us.
Things are...up in the air right now. I don't know where they'll land as we head into year four, I don't know where we will be or what our dynamic will look like at the end of it. What I do know is that we're trying to figure it out for ourselves and our boys, and that I love him fiercely. FIERCELY.
For Better or For Worse.