22 Months as Mrs.

I've been doing these marriage update posts for almost two years and this is the first that I considered skipping altogether. Truth be told, I am both in a blogging rut and in a place where I don't feel like there is anything new to say about my relationship with Chuck. I am so proud of my Hubby and I as our two year anniversary rapidly approaches. And even after two years, it never ceases to amaze me that this is actually my life.

I never pictured myself as a the girl who fell in love. As the hopeless romantic. As the girl who was lucky enough to marry her best friend. And yet here I am. I am fiercely independent, at times antisocial and plain and simply, a brat 99% of the time. But two years in and my Hubby still adores me and suffice it to say that the feeling is mutual. My introverted, hermitty tendencies have made it nearly impossible to be around people constantly without me getting sick of them. There were even times in college when my very best friends in the world became sources of annoyance to me. I am not always an easy person to live with.

Somehow or another, 22 months in, and I have yet to get sick of sharing this life with Chuck. He is a far better man than I ever could have dreamt for myself and blessed doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about getting to travel this journey with him by my side. 

I am so thankful to him for giving me space and freedom when I need it.

For catering to my every (spoiled) whim.

For being a constant source of positivity in my life.

For treating me with the utmost respect every single day (even when the favor is not returned).

Chuck is a far better husband to me than I will ever be able to be as his wife. I just hope not a day goes by when he doesn't think I take that for granted.

I love you, Boo Bear. Happy 22 Months :)