Today is John Mark and I’s 6 month anniversary.
Or as Julie and Jared would say, its our 6 monthaversary.
I know 6 months isn’t a long time in the grand scheme of things, but I still can’t believe its already November. I mean, the fall semester is almost over, we’re quickly closing in on Christmas, and I’ve been married for 6 months. Where has the time gone? Its absolute craziness.
But its been the most wonderful craziness. I am convinced now more than ever that there is not a single other person on the face of the planet that can deal with me the way John Mark can. Or if there is someone else that could handle my mood swings and silliness and irresponsibility, he must live somewhere far far away, because personalities like my husband’s are far too rare.
I don’t want to sound cheesy and in someway rob my husband of praise he deserves. He is overwhelmingly patient with me. He is my encourager and cheerleader. He’s not intimidated by the abundance of tears and emotions that seem to erupt out of me at the most inopportune times (and are erupting from me right now). He doesn’t have to be the center of attention, and he gives the best enveloping hugs you could ever imagine. He’s silly and goofy and makes me laugh, and he isn’t afraid of public affection. He holds me like I’m a fragile work of art but believes in me like I can conquer the world. He can make me madder than anyone I’ve ever met, but there is no one that can make me as happy as he does.
I could keep going and going and going. But instead, I’ll end with a look back at almost 2 years of dating and marriage and good times…
3 months: A guy that has as much fun taking silly pictures on a web cam as I do is definitely a keeper.
5 months: I realize that I really enjoy dating a guy that is 6’4” and can rest his head on top of mine… without standing on his tiptoes.
And 6 months later, we are still smooching. And going strong. Happy 6 Monthaversary.