Yesterday was my 8 year wedding anniversary.
I had been feeling sick all day.
My husband burnt our steak dinner.
And my 4 year old threw multiple fits throughout the day.
Needless to say, the day was a far cry from a romatic fairy tale.
In fact, to the outside world our day was what most people fear when they think of being married with kids; a seemingly ordinary life.
Truthfully, our anniversary was not what I had expected. Neither is my life.
The last 8 years have been filled with many tough and ordinary moments.
In fact, some days and months have been down right awful.
Like the two pregnancy losses we went through. And the diagnosis of a liver tumour. And a change in careers.
But the last 8 years have also been filled with some of the most extraordinary, breath taking moments of my life.
How my husband woke me up with a gently kiss and a soft whisper saying “Happy Anniversary”. He went out of his way to not wake me up too much because he knows how I do better with more rest.
He knows me.
How he always puts toothpaste on my toothbrush; something he has done every day for the last 8 years.
How my day started with my daughter singing “Happy Anniversary” to me as if it were my birthday.
I hear that I am loved more than I ever thought possible.
How my husband tells me I am beautiful despite my body carrying three babies and growing older.
How my family supports my dreams and my growing businesses.
My husband takes over bedtime whenever I need to support other families.
How I am never ever alone–because I am surrounded my so many beautiful souls that nourish me.
My anniversary this year was not perfect and neither is my life.
In fact my marriage and my life are not at all what I expected them to be…
They are better. Burnt steak, tantrums and all.