I have spent the morning reading Facebook memories from various anniversaries that I’ve shared with my husband. It has reminded me of our tenure, of our history together. I have been very shortsighted in memory lately, and felt trapped (not by the marriage, but by my depression and anxiety) a lot and unable to see past the past few months.
It was amazing to see and remember what we have been through together and how much we love each other, and how much are friends love us.
The pandemic really made me feel like I’ve been trapped and alone, and I needed to see all the people celebrating with us- all the people who had stories about us, too.
I love my husband so much, and he’s pretty much my whole world. I have my own interests and hobbies and commitments, but all of those take second place to what I would do for him if he needed me.
I love this man. I have put work into this relationship. He has put work and effort and care and expended energy and sacrificed for us. We have both invested so much in each other because we are here for each other.
I just wish that when I say, I love him, I could explain better how deeply, and how much I mean it with all the context and all the history and all of the time and investment we’ve made in each other . We have learned so much and grown so much together.
I love you and I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you for always being the voice for both of us. I’m so proud of you for doing all of the hard things that you do for us. I’m so proud of you for how hard you push (me and yourself) every single day.
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