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3 Years

I've been terrible about keeping up with my blog recently.  And I have a feeling I am going to jinx myself here at work.  Every time I sit down to blog, then the salon gets busy and people expect me to work and clean up their  butt sweat and such.  

I'll start off by saying that Ian and I celebrated our 3-year-anniversary.  It took me 3 hours to make his anniversary card.  I was pretty proud of it and put a lot of thought into it for sure.  Ian took off work so we could go out and celebrate.  We had a fantastic evening.  Went out to Hereford House for dinner where I ate entirely to much and then went and saw the Hunger Games.  It was a perfect evening out that was definitely needed.  

Anniversaries are always a time for reflection for me.  3 years really is not a long time in the grand scheme of things, but sometimes you have to look back in order to look forward.  Marriage is not easy, especially when you are married to me.  But I have to say, looking back on the past three years of marriage, this last year has by far been the best.  Which seems a little odd considering the large amounts of stress brought by having a baby and huge life changes.  But truly, over the past year, our relationship has grown in so many ways.  I think a lot of it has come from maturity and perspective on my part, because let's face it--a 20 year-old doesn't always have the maturity to deal with grown up marriage problems in the most constructive ways.  But I was warned, and took it on anyway--and thankful I did, because despite the struggles in being young and married--it has been more than worth it & I am more in love with Ian than I ever imagined I could be.  I'm thankful for the life he has provided me and the patience he demonstrates through a lot of my growing pains.  He is a good man, and I have been a lucky and honored woman to call him my husband for the past three years & hopefully until one of us kicks the bucket.

When I come across couples who have been married for a lot of years--I always ask, "What's your secret?"  Everyone has their own ways of making marriage work.  And the one that has always stuck with me is "Never fall our of love at the same time".  I found that..interesting..yet insightful.  In 50 plus years of marriage, I can imagine that you don't always like each other very much.  However, vows were made.  Despite it all--you should act and treat lovingly no matter what.  After all, this is the person you're suppose to be laying your life down for. 

Anyways, so there is that.  Happy Anniversary to us!  


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