Six years ago today, on a Friday afternoon in Madison, Wisconsin, the two kids in that picture made the jump from college besties turned sweethearts to husband and wife. My J became the original Mister. For six years we've been a team. We've moved - me from Madison and he from DC - to come together at our very first home in the northwoods of Wisconsin, a cedar sided place with leafy views and deer in the driveway and ten feet of snow on our roof. Where we learned marriage meant love and fun, but it also meant give and take and pretending you like your wife's cooking even if it sucks/came out of a box/is burnt. Later we packed up and U-Hauled it to Austin, a strange new city (chosen sight unseen for this northern girl!) where we learned to keep it weird overlooking SoCo in our shoebox apartment. Then to our new house, all fresh and brand new with sun filled bedrooms waiting to be occupied by babies. Rooms we did fill with babies, and wow, are we learning a lot NOW.
We've seen fortune and faced hardship and held hands tightly through love and loss. We've grown, we've changed, we've found our way, side by side. And today, on our sixth anniversary, I admire more than ever this man of honor and integrity and thoughtfulness and kindness. I admire him for holding his head high through tough times, through adversity and challenge, and emerging stronger than ever. I admire him for his dedication and sacrifice and drive to be the best at whatever it is he's doing. I appreciate the way he knows instinctively how to handle a fussy baby at 3am or a crying wife at the end of her rope by noon or a skittish new shelter kitten hiding under the bed. I adore him for the way he loves our babies, the gift he is giving them by being an attentive and involved daddy, the way he plays like he's a kid himself and makes the real kids giggle like nobody else can. For the way he loves me - wholly, patiently, selflessly. Perfectly. Not a day goes by that I don't thank my lucky stars that I met this man, that he was brave enough to make that first awkward move over a case of Bud Light in his Warehouse apartment, and that I listened to everyone who told me "HE'S A KEEPER!" He sure is.
Happy Anniversary, Jonathan. I will love you forever and ever.