It’s our half year anniversary. Last year I bought him a card. This year I’m looking at a photo I now carry around with me. We should be celebrating our two and a half year anniversary.
My husband and I marked dates and celebrating them. God blessed me with a strong husband who didn’t just give in to me. We talked, we fought, but thankfully that last weekend we didn’t do my plan of going our separate ways me to church, him to work. Instead, we worked through it, went out celebrate the anniversary of our first date just two days before he was killed. I’m so grateful for that and for every day that we made sure we celebrated our love and didn’t just let the day pass unnoticed or our love be taken for granted.
That doesn’t have to change. This isn’t how I wanted to celebrate, but I can still choose to celebrate the love we share and the product of our love.