On Monday, John and I celebrated two years of marriage, of laughter, joy, companionship, love, and–occasionally–tears. It is unbelievable to me that we wed two years ago. I still can easily recall the butterflies I experienced on our first date and the utter joy I felt at being reunited with him on Friday nights after a long week apart (John and I had a long-distance relationship from the moment we met until 2.5 months after our wedding). And yet, it feels that I have known John my whole life. It can be difficult to recall a time when his steady, warm, and (sometimes) silly presence was not there, every day of every week. A time when his hand in mine was not a source of strength and comfort. Because it is. Always.
Last year I also commented on the swift passage of time, at how quickly the first year of being Mrs. Pierce had gone. This rapidity of days will be true for every year of our marriage, no doubt, so I hope to simply be grateful for each day that we have together, no matter how quickly each one flies.