4 years ago I became a pilot’s wife.
It was hot and sticky, I was sweating like a lace covered pig in my gorgeous Amsale dress but nothing else mattered except this guy.
It was an amazing, amazing day.
I can’t believe it’s been 4 years. Some days it feels like we’ve been married for weeks, others it feel like aeons. There have been great times and not so great times, but life with him is never dull. 1 preschooler, 1 baby on the way, 1 amazing husband and my life is complete.
He calls me Wife. I call him Husband. It makes people look at us funny in public when he yells across the room, “WIIIIIFE”!!! I giggle as they think he is some raging butt-head out of the 18th century… because really, who DOES that?
We like to watch movies together… but only if they tie up in a pretty bow at the end. The Husband likes a happy ending.
We laugh a lot and I cry a little (because I’m pregnant). There are lots of hugs and smooches and family time when he’s home, lots of phone calls and Skype when he’s not.
There is traveling to meet each other for a random Saturday in Seattle, sitting on the grass and eating Turkish food.
He loves me even though (and because) I’m enormous and carrying his daughter, and because I have given him a son who is currently in his terrible Threes. He loves me even though I make piles, and I love him even though he takes naps. It’s been four years and it only seems to get better with age.
And the best part?? He never, ever touches my feet.
That is true love.
Happy anniversary Husband.
