Small beginnings. That’s where everyone starts, usually. We had not a dollar to our name. If it weren’t for the money we got from our wedding, our living room would have been empty. Our bills barely got paid each month. barrrrrrely. Things were so new. But how could they be so new with someone I’d known for so long?
Learning. We thought we knew it all. And you know what? We didn’t know a thing. Challenges were thrown at us left and right. And all I wanted was to go home. Let me go home. I kept waiting. When would this life feel like home? I never thought it would. I always craved that steep driveway and dark wooded kitchen. We learned how to love when things were so hard. We learned to make us home, the place eventually didn’t matter.
Growth. We figured it out. We realized we’d always be learning. We stopped waiting for life to happen and started enjoying the life we were living. Things get hard, but thanks to that first really hard year the hard stuff doesn’t seem so hard.
I look over this little life we have. And I’m proud. Our life is nothing big. It’s nothing fancy. We’re not rolling in the dough. We aren’t perfect. We fight hard. We love hard. We found our groove. We’re never settled but settled just enough. We have big dreams and plans.
This crazy little thing called marriage? It’s alright. It is allllllright.
I love our quiet little life, babe. You put your arms around me, and I’m home. We waited so long for this.
What a wonderful honest post! I love this!
I seriously just cried.
Love this.