My guy

 We have a few of our wedding pictures hanging in our bedroom that have started to look different and mean different things for me than they used to.

First few years of marriage and I would just admire that day and how utterly perfect it was. But then, as the years passed and we started to go through real life things, i started to see the strength in our young love and hold a different type of pride that I couldn’t have had in those first few years.

Through the regular ebbs and flows of my chronic illnesses, through job changes, home floods, family diagnoses, and then the heartbreaking long and scary journey of infertility, I’m thankful to be able to say it’s all only made us stronger.

If I could tell the two young newlyweds in the first picture something, I’m not sure I would say anything but smile. I wouldn’t know where to start. They had no idea what they were in for. They had no idea the trials they would face side by side and hand in hand.

And the funny part? I know that Olivia in another 5, 10, 15 years will say the same exact thing about the two lovebirds in the second picture. We have no idea what we’re in for, but there’s no one else I’d rather be blissfully clueless with than the one I got.