October 20 became one of my favorite days of the year a few years ago for two reasons. First, it’s the day Nick was born. Second, it’s the day Nick and I got married. Obligatory picture below.
This morning, as we stuff our faces with breakfast burritos in party hats, my mind runs wild.
I think about Nick’s family welcoming him into the world with so much love and joy. I think about him growing up and going through childhood and angsty teenage years. I think about his time living in Taiwan and how it shaped him into the person I would meet and fall in love with. I think about how little I knew going into marriage… and how little I still know. I think about all of the really difficult days we’ve had. I think about how thankful I am for the difficult days because they help me relate to other people, remind me that I’m human, and teach me more about Nick, myself and God. I think about the amazing, laughter-filled days we’ve had. I think a lot about our wedding day, which still stands as my favorite day of life thus far. I think a lot about our adventures and how every trip we’ve taken has brought us closer together.
Our first trip as a married couple started less than 12 hours after we said our vows. Nick and I woke up at 5am the day after our wedding to board a plane to head to Ireland. We rented a car and drove across the country, starting in Shannon and ending in Dublin. We made it our personal mission to find the best fish and chips in the country while we were there, spent every day walking through the rain, ran through fields with giant abandoned castles in them, celebrated Halloween (which is a bigger deal than Christmas there) and befriended lots of cows. Some days I want to pack all our belongings and board a plane with a one way ticket so we can relive the wonder again.
I suppose a blog post will have to do for today.
Nick (babe), assuming you’re reading this, I love you and I like you and I’m so happy you were born.
For now I must be celebrating. Talk soon, friends!