Anniversary number one was spent picking up the pieces of three losses.
Anniversary number two was spent seeking escapes, and searching for fragments of our two broken hearts.
Anniversary number three was spent at home, feeling fear, anxiety, and hoping beyond hope that 4 would be different…
Anniversary number four was spent laughing at our baby girl as she stood up in her crib, an hour past her bedtime, dancing around and looking very proud of herself. Finally getting her to sleep. Cuddling, while (finally!) watching “Breaking Bad”.
And thankful. So very thankful that despite heartbreak, loss and unending sadness, we made it to the other side.
Marriage can mean walking through hellfire and coming out the other side scarred and bruised, but still holding hands.
Happy anniversary to my rock. My love. My family. The father of my children. Those not with us, those to (hopefully) come, and the precious daughter that we fought so hard to bring into this world, together.
I love you Shmerson. More today than I even thought possible.
Happy anniversary!!!
Beautiful! Happy Anniversary! 🙂
A very happy anniversary indeed. When you go through very difficult times with your spouse, it can break you or make you stronger. We are proof a marriage can withstand a lot and still thrive. The little ones sure make it all so much better though.