Nine years ago my husband and I became a couple, and six years ago I became his wife. I really don't know where the time went, but it honestly feel like we've always been together. Like he's always been a part of me, and I a part of him.
This year we went on a picnic out at the spot where we got married. I wanted to go last year, but since I was still under restrictions from our rocky pregnancy we were unable to. We took V to the playground while we were there, across from the pine trees we were married under.
It was such a joy to have him there, after spending so many years together wondering if we were ever going to have a child at all. He was cracking us up, and it was a beautiful day.