Happy 6 years to us, well, tomorrow technically. Sean and I have now been married for 6 years. Nearly a quarter of my life. That's a long time. And how happy we've been.
We got married when we were young and dumb.
Full of happiness and rainbows and sparkles. It was beautiful. We were barely adults and had little baggage and life going into the marriage, which had a lot of benefits to it. Our early marriage life was full of spontaneity and freedom. We were poor college kids. It was a slumber party with my best friend with benefits every night. We did whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. It was a blast.
We lived in a little apartment complex and made some dear, dear friends in that complex and married student ward. Game nights, movie nights, dinner parties, late night dollar theater runs - all the time, any time.
We spent our first anniversary touring Europe during a study abroad. It was all kinds of magical.
Around our second anniversary I graduated from BYU.
That summer we were pregnant and spending it in
Chicago during an internship. The perfect babymoon.
Then we came back in the fall and moved from our tiny apartment to a slightly less tiny apartment...
...to accommodate this
tiny one.
And life changed. We had this adorable little bundle to care for. Our needs came second. It was an adjustment, but a welcome and beautiful one.
Our third anniversary was spent touring the
northwest after Sean's graduation. We drove from SLC up to Seattle, Orcas Islands, Port Angeles - all over.
Then directly after that we moved into our new home in
Dallas, TX where we started our next great adventure.
Our life there was crazy but wonderful. Sean jumped on an airplane nearly every Monday and got back late Thursday nights. Evette was my little buddy and we did everything together. Park dates, zoo dates, painting, gardening, movie nights.
We made amazing friends in Dallas. A big piece of my heart is still there. Those people taught us so much and helped us to grow. I feel like in Dallas we started to become grownups, a little bit. A real job, a kid, a (rental) house to take care of. Grownups.
Our 4th anniversary was spent up in Utah while we were there celebrating my brother's graduation.
And then this happened. Yahoo #2 was coming.
This summer was an interesting one, but fun. Pregnant, a toddler, and a traveling husband.
Then at the new year the new baby came. Beautiful.
And then all of a sudden we didn't like Sean traveling so much. So time to switch it up.
So in March, Sean, myself, a 2 month old, and a recently potty trained toddler traveled to Seattle and San Francisco to interview for some potential jobs.
Exactly 1 month later, right around our 5th anniversary, we moved to California.
And we moved back into a tiny apartment. We figured out a life there and it worked, and it was fun.
And California turned out to be a beautiful adventure.
And then life happened again. And an opportunity arose for us to move into a rental house. So 6 months after packing up all of our belongings and moving across the country, we packed it all up again, and hauled it a couple miles south into a new house.
And we've built a new home here.
And it's beautiful.
It's been quite a ride thus far, and who knows what's in store for us in the future.
We've come a long way from the rainbows and sparkles of the first year or so. We've grown, we've learned. 6 years isn't a whole lot of time, but we've got a lot of mileage out of those years.
Every day takes faith, trust, and pixie dust, as Tinkbell reminds us. But in all seriousness, we've learned so much.
We've learned about ourselves, each other, how to work, how to talk, how to be selfless, how to be vulnerable, and how to love.
And our lives our busier now then they were 6 years ago, more responsibilities, less free time, less sleep, more messes, and a whole heck of a lot more love. Everyday it grows. And it's a beautiful life.
Here's to the eternities.