It’s hard to believe it’s been eight years that we’ve been married. Somedays I still feel like a little kid, still young and newly in love and (… well, I was going to say carefree but I have been anything but that lately.) Just starting out in life.
Somedays I think we’ve been married forever -in the good way- as I try to remember the world before we were married.
None of that really matters. What matters is that we’ve been married eight years and every year is better than the last. Every year brings me a different level of love that I hadn’t discovered before.