One Year Down

Today marks exactly one year since I walked down the aisle at the Merrimon-Wynne House in my dream dress, eight months postpartum and feeling like I was living someone else’s beautiful life.

One Year Down

We tried to recreate our favorite wedding photo tonight in our kitchen, which is basically the heart of our little family now. Same pose, different location, way more comfortable shoes.

Three hundred and sixty-five days of figuring out how to be married AND new parents AND actual functioning adults. There have been nights when Sophie cried for three hours straight and we took turns crying right along with her. There have been mornings when Marcus brought me coffee in bed before his early shift and I remembered why I said yes to forever with this sweet, patient man who somehow makes me laugh even when I’m running on two hours of sleep.

So here we are. One year married, parents to the most perfect little hurricane in footie pajamas, and still choosing each other every single day. Even when he leaves his socks on the bedroom floor. Even when I’m grumpy after a twelve-hour shift. Even when we’re both too tired to remember what we were arguing about five minutes ago. I’d do it all again. The sleepless nights, the learning curve, the beautiful chaos of building a life together. All of it.