On This Day...

I can't say it has been easy.

These last two years have been pretty unforgiving for both of us, babe, and when I look back now, I can only think, "What would I have done without him?"

You have become such an integral part of my life, that I literally cannot imagine a life without you. And you know how active my imagination is.

We have had some pretty rough patches. There was one day, not all that long ago, that I tried to imagine a life without you, and the furthest I got was a scenario where it wasn't my life at all--it was a stranger's life. I was so angry and hurt that day, and I truly thought that we would not get through it.

But we did. And here we are, celebrating our second anniversary. On this day, two years ago, I was what I like to call, in my Britney mode: chaotic. It is not easy, to say that least, to plan, arrange, pay for, and completely organize a homemade wedding. For 150 people. At my mom's house.

It is also not easy to lose a father two months before he is supposed to walk you down the aisle, holding your manicured hand in his calloused one, tears in his eyes as he escorts you away from childhood and into a world that only you can navigate. It is not easy to stand there, in front of everyone you love--and some you don't--and with all those eyes on you, only notice the pair that aren't there. It isn't easy to acknowledge that I won't have a father-daughter dance, that I won't see my mom and dad there next to us on the dance floor, that he won't get a little too tipsy and maybe fall in the living room again. It isn't easy to watch your mother's face. To watch her miss him in every little moment as well. To watch her living out her own personal hell in front of my family, your family, and all of our friends.

It isn't easy to know that you are the only person I've ever brought home that my dad didn't want to immediately strangle. But at the same time, it is easy.

You were the one, all along. We knew it from the moment we embraced on the street corner. We knew it, and we didn't shy away from the power of it. Thank fucking god we didn't run away from it. It would have been easy to run.

It was easy to stand in front of our world of people and have my brother marry us. It was easy to have my sister there beside me, and your brother beside you--the most important people in our worlds, supporting this huge and scary step. It is easy to remember the vows we wrote for each other, the tree we planted together as a symbol of our union, the wish ribbons hanging from the arbor under which we were married. It is easy to remember dancing with our friends and family, laughing, spinning, watching the night fly away like sands through the hourglass, but on fast forward. It is very easy to remember exchanging rings, seeing your eyes fill with tears as I walked myself down the aisle, hearing everyone--especially my grandfather--belly laugh at my brother's declaration of his vested power.

On this day, two years ago, I was as excited, anxious, happy and as sad as I have ever been. I know we were both exhausted, because we both collapsed in bed that night, without even trying to get into each other's pants. Funny that we didn't even have sex on our wedding night. (I mean, not that we needed to; our sex life has been nothing short of fucking amazing, and continues to blow my mind.)

I look back over these last two years, and I have to say that I am impressed by us, honey. We have grown in ways that I never imagined possible. We have taught each other so much about love and commitment. We have made it through some very tough times.

It would be a gross understatement for me to say that I love you more now than I ever have. Robb, I have never known a love like this. I never imagined that I would be so lucky to have a love like this. You were always out there, waiting, and I was always here, waiting. We were waiting for each other, and every step we have taken in our lives has brought us to where we are today.

Marriage is strange; it is both constricting and freeing. It is rigid, but flexible. It is strange but familiar. It is a perfect balance of selfishness and selflessness.

The words that were spoken as Ginger's wedding, just two weeks ago, still ring true for me: This marriage is completely unique. There has never been, and never will be, a union like ours, for we are both individuals, and we have created something that never existed before. We are moving the world forward just by simply being together.

I want to say how proud I am of you, Robb. You are fearless. You are creative. You are vulnerable. You are chasing your dream and succeeding. You are strong, everyday, for me. You are exploring yourself in ways that you never previously imagined, and you are becoming more You every day. You, Robb; you are my heart.



Marry me.


  1. I came to this page looking for "anniversary post" - and thanks dude. You guys are so amazing - you make me want to kick the half ass shetbags to the curb and hold out for the amazing something that's out there waiting for me. Tell Robb I am so glad I had the chance to finally meet him - and I can't wait to see more of both of you. love you so much!

  2. It's posts like this one that make me so unbelievably glad that I am single. Because my ex was crap. And you guys rock. Seriously, the hope that one day I could have even a fraction of what you guys so obviously do is worth a zillion nights on my own - just for the possibility.

    *sniff* I'm misting up. Happy anniversary you crazy kids.

  3. Happy Anniversary to you and your bebe. May you celebrate many, many more together.

    (And for my head's sake, no more April Fool's jokes.)

  4. Awww! You guys are awesome. Thank you so much for the well-wishes and love.

    And I would highly recommend holding out for that most incredible of people that rocks your world like no other, but just be sure to get some action while you're waiting.


  5. Curious: Clearly, you are the only person signed up to get my rss feeds. :) Never again! I swear.

  6. Oh no, I got it too. I considered sending you a snippily worded email about giving people heart attacks but then thought "oh god, what if it's true?!?! People can have random revelations on april the first too" and then I felt like an idiot and said nothing.

    But seriously: don't do that to a girl.

  7. Holy shirt! I SUCK.

    I'm a shetbag, sorry gals.

    But, on the flip side, you rss love me! YAY!!


  8. A great marriage is the perfect combination of love and goofiness. Seems like you guys have a pretty good cocktail of craziness and adoration in your union.

    Here's to many more years of adventure.

    Happy, happy.


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