Three Years.

Three years. 1096 days. 26,304 hours. 1,578,240 minutes. I have done three years of life with my perfect match, and they have been more full of struggles, changes, growth, and love than I could have imagined. In three years we have welcomed two perfect, healthy baby boys. We survived two long years of grad school. We spent a year living without a home to call our own. We have built our dream home and are settling into our new normal and place to call ours forever. Three years may not be a magic number, and it may not be a milestone year, but something feels special about three years. I think, my love, that if we can conquer the past three years, then we can conquer anything. I am so very lucky to call Michael my husband, the father of my children, my person. To the last three years, and to many more ahead, happy anniversary my love!

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