One year ago today, I married my most favorite person in the whole entire galaxy. He is mine. And I am his. Forever and a day.
This weekend we celebrated with special evenings dining out (a rare occasion since the budget cuts of '09), a brunch at our neighborhood fave, a cool and wet fall drive out of the city, a full moon, a glass of bubbly, a tub, a sunrise hike in Central Illinois, an adventure exploring waterfalls, creeks, bluffs, and quarries, an adorable organic festival in the middle of nowhere, a long sunny drive back into the city, a toast filled with mini-moon wine, a playlist of our wedding songs, and even a dance on the roof in the crisp autumn air. We ended the night with our usual Sunday routine: pizza and a movie. Oh, and our wedding cake. Our delicious--we are SO eating the whole rest of that thing--wedding cake. In a word: lovely.
This year has brought much joy, many travels, marked growth and change, greater understanding, continued solidarity, household challenges, new ideas, bold strength, tragic moves, unending unity, new uncertainties, and much, much more. In spite, and because, of it all, I have fallen more in love with my husband. All I need is his hand in mine for the rest of my days. I am forever grateful. Forever and for always.