The list of things I love about marriage is long and wide and deep but in year three, here's the thing I've loved most. No matter what happens in life--in work and with friendships, in events that are out of our control, in the parts of our days that cause anxiety or pain or a sense of vulnerability--no matter what, we always have someone who will lift us up. Someone who cares just as much as we do.
Likewise, when life gives us joy and dreams fulfilled and hearts that sing we have someone to share it with, someone who will dance with us in the kitchen and reflect our toothy, giddy smile and say exactly the perfect thing.
We are one and we are a team and his happiness is mine and my pain is his and our joy together is magnified for having shared it. There's no other relationship that comes so close to the perfect one we share with God.
Happy anniversary, dear husband. Thank you for another year of lifting me and grounding me all at once, and for bringing me so much joy.