Six Years

October 18th. Six years married. We didn’t go anywhere fancy tonight - ordered pizza, opened a bottle of wine, sat at our kitchen island after the kids went to bed.

Six Years

Six years. Some of them harder than others. There were nights we went to bed angry. Mornings we couldn’t find our way back to each other. Seasons when we forgot we were on the same team.

But here we are. Choosing each other again. Every day, choosing each other again. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? Not that it’s easy. That we keep choosing.

Here’s to six more years of choosing. And pizza at the kitchen island. And finding our way back.