Yesterday Daddy D and I celebrated our twelfth anniversary. A dozen years since I married the love of my life.
I love our anniversary. A day to remember what brought us together. To reflect on everything we have done. What life we have built together. And a time to look forward to what life will bring.
We have grown so much in the last twelve years. I smile at the lines that form around his eyes when he grins. We aren’t 19 and 21 anymore. But I would never go back. The history we have built together. The memories we have. The life we have shared, both the good and the bad. It is a story that I love to keep writing.
On my nightstand sits a dozen long stem red roses. One for every year we have weathered together. Traditional. Beautiful. Blooming. Just like us.
I can’t wait for the bouquet to keep growing every year.