Even when we were engaged, I had no idea how nice married life would be. I love developing and growing with Paul and making a life together. There's such comfort in waking up and going to sleep together, knowing that we'll be doing it for years to come. I love the thought that we'll continue to grow in love for one another over the decades to come. If the past four years together are any sign, things will just continue to get better with time.
I am still so thankful that Paul moved across the country from his home in Oregon so we could be together. I'm thankful for his passion for his nursing profession. I'm thankful for the little things he does like taking Pedro for walks on the weekend when I don't want to get out of bed. Or making me a cup of tea when I'm feeling cold. Giving me a kiss every morning and telling me I'm beautiful. Supporting me in my work. Reminding me to believe in myself. Never passing up an opportunity to eat poutine (see above).
I'm thankful that he was crazy enough to start an intentional community with me. I'm grateful to be with someone who shares my passion for simple living, social justice, community, and spirituality. I love so many things about him that it would have disgusted my cold-hearted teenage self to see how smitten I am now. From Paul's particularness about things, to his willingness to cook and clean, to his generosity to others: I am so grateful for my husband and so happy we get to be together. When we met it felt like our hearts just got each other (soooo cheesy I know), and it feels so comforting to have that soul-mate type person around all the time.
And now for the sake of everyone's gag reflex - which is probably in full effect right now - I will wrap this post up. I'll end by saying I'm so grateful to have such a loving partner to spend my life with. (Didn't think I'd let you go without one more cheesy thing did you?)