Three years

Three years ago today, when I slipped this puffy white dress over my head, I never imagined that the life I had planned in my mind would not play out how I had always imagined.

 

I had no comprehension of what it truly meant to say "for better or worse."

I had no idea that one day, I'd have to let go of my two babies that I'd never get the chance to meet, all for reasons I'll never understand this side of heaven. 

That day, on September 19, 2009, I had no idea how many days I would find myself needing to pray but would never have the right words to say, so instead...I cried.

But it's days like today where I'm thankful for a husband that knows when I just need him to hold my hand...

...or to guide me when I feel as though I have lost sight of where our lives are taking us...or when I feel like I can't continue this path we've been put on...

...and he even knows when to leave me alone because I have the "I'm going to kill you" look on my face.

 

And sure, there even have been days that I just needed my mom to be here and tell me everything will be okay and to wipe away my tears...

 But, through the trials of the last three years, we've laughed and cried...and we've eaten lots of cake!

 And the best part of the last three years has been spending it with the man I love. 

Happy Anniversary, Luke. 

I love you.