Five years ago Mr. PW and I were crowned king and queen of our household.
Back then it felt like nothing could stop us. Everything was bright and glowing. I remember that when Mr. PW and I locked eyes from opposite ends of the aisle, instead of crying we both burst into big, goofy grins that lasted the rest of the day. I never felt so good.
It's a bit harder now, a little bit rougher around the edges. It's been an exhausting five years. The universe has drop-kicked us and battered us and spit in our faces again and again. We've made it through sorrows and stresses that would tear other couples apart. And somehow, here we are.
There's been wonderful moments, too. Saturday mornings with coffee and cats and podcasts. Music clubs. The first wake-up in our first home. Painting every. single. room. in said house. Farmer's markets and dinners with friends. The road to Salida. The setting sun over the ferry to Bainbridge Island.
We went to the wedding of close friends in Baltimore in September, and the very last song of the night was our first dance song . This fact in itself was an act of love from our friends to us, and bless them for it. As Mr. PW and I are dancing, I'm getting all weepy, and when I look at Mr. PW, he's got tears streaming down his face. There's so much out there that can hurt you, change you, beat you down and defeat you, but marriage means that there's someone there that always has your back. Mr. PW will always take care of me, always encourage me, always love me for who I am. And I him.
And he still makes me grin like a fool.