The me that exists now, after marrying my lover, birthing our 3 children, and growing up in general, knows without a doubt that 9 years is just a blink of an eye. A blip in time passing by far too quickly than we could have ever imagined or hoped it would.
9 years. 9 long, yet short years. Enough time to have turned the life that we knew and once lived completely upside down. Enough time to have highs and lows. Trials and tribulations, and times of pure joy and jubilation. How infinitely different we are now compared to ourselves of yesteryear. Yet not everything changes.....
I'm still in love with him, and he's still in love with me.
This is the very first time our anniversary has fallen on Easter. Super cool...except I don't want two special days rolled into one! Oh no, I want them as they should be, two entirely separate occasions. So we decided we would go out and celebrate our anniversary today and Easter could be all about Easter.
I don't know where we will go or what we will do, but that matters very little to me. Just as long as we take a break just for ourselves, and maybe hear our song at least one time, I'll be happy.
Happy Anniversary, Lover.