Two Years and Counting

Two years ago today I married the one man on this earth who is perfect for me. At the time, I'm not even sure I knew exactly how perfect for me he was. As I look back over our two years of marriage (which I know isn't all that long of a time as far as life goes) it's hard for me to imagine a life without Aaron. He knows how to make me laugh, and how to comfort me when I'm sad. He's just as weird and goofy as I am. He's interested in the things I do every day (even if it is basically the same routine over and over again). He's a wonderful father, and helps me with Lincoln way more than I ever imagined any man would be willing to. He is kind and thoughtful of everyone, and encourages me to be the same. He thanks me almost every day for doing the dishes, or making the bed, or both.

I remember when we were engaged and I had to have my wisdom teeth taken out. I was a mess when I got home. My face was a giant swell, and I was out of my mind on pain killers. Aaron would come over after his classes, and sit with me on the couch. Even if I fell asleep he would just stay by my side and do his homework. He'd make sure I took my medication when I was supposed to, and he'd bring me soup, or water, or whatever I wanted to eat. He even skipped class once to stay home with me and watch "The Great Escape". (Those of you that know Aaron will know what a huge sacrifice skipping class is.) This might sound funny to say, because at that point we were already engaged, but that's when I knew I was in love with Aaron. I mean, I loved Aaron before that, obviously, we were engaged...but, after he took such good care of me, I knew I had nothing to worry about for our future and I guess that's when I gave him my whole heart. I was right too, these past two years, in one way or another, Aaron has always been there taking care of me.

We've had a few bumps in the road too. Our first fight is coming to mind. We hadn't been married very long, because we were trying to put away wedding presents. We'd been arguing over how to decorate the apartment (dumb, I know, but most fights usually are) and then it seemed like we couldn't agree on anything. One thing lead to another and Aaron went in the bedroom to take a nap (probably to get away from me). I was mopping the kitchen floor on my hands an knees, and silently fuming that I was cleaning while Aaron was sleeping (again, dumb, I know). Anyways, when Aaron came out, he thought he'd try to ease the tension. Usually we really enjoy being silly and starting water fights, or pillow fights, or whatever. But this particular day I was so upset that I didn't realize Aaron was trying to lighten things up. He dumped a glass of water on my head while I was still down mopping. I started to cry, stood up and proceeded to throw the bucket of dirty mop water at him. Then I ran out the door and down the street. Aaron chased after me. We probably walked a mile before I would even talk to him, but he stuck with me the whole way. We worked things out, and now we can laugh at this story. But I love Aaron for always sticking with me, even when I'm being ridiculous.

When I look back on everything that we've gone through together, two years seems a lot longer. It's kind of funny...the other day I was telling Aaron how important our two year anniversary was because, "it's the longest we've ever been married!" Aaron looked at me kind of strangely for a second, and said something like well, if you want to put it that way, every day we're married is the longest we've ever been married. So that's kind of our joke now. But I'm so happy that I get to live one day at a time with Aaron by my side. I can't think of anything I'd rather be doing. So I just want to say:

Aaron, thank you for two wonderful years and the promise of so many more to come. You are my very best friend. I'll love you forever.