Today is our 8 year anniversary!
I tend to romanticize things and would probably say marriage with Wesley is perfect!
Wesley on the other hand when asked the other day said more realistically, "Sometimes marriage can be hard."
But given the fact that he is rather perfectish and I'm fairly flawed it makes sense that we have different sentiments on the subject.
I always tell Wes that if everyone was just like him, everyone would be happily married forever. He laughs uncomfortably when I say this but I seriously think it's true. He's annoyingly perfectish. He gets the "ish" because he sometimes does leave the cheese knife on the counter so you know, life can be a bit of a challenge with him. I'm kidding. Neither of us are perfect, I just happen to think the world of him.
Since we started dating I feel like almost right away we have been inseparable. I honestly feel like Heavenly Father knew all the paths we were going to take in our lives and he knew in the end we were meant to find each other. I feel this was the sweetest tender mercy for me. Just considering all the bumps along my path that were of my own choosing and then to hear about his life and realize how carefully he walked his path, sometimes I can't believe Heavenly Father would allow someone like him to even be considered an option for me.
Back when we were dating, I remember when we started talking seriously about marriage, I prayed to Heavenly Father in more of a pleading way that if he allowed Wesley to be my husband I would thank Him everyday for him. Honestly I can't say I've remembered to thank Him for Wesley everyday but probably pretty close. Oddly enough I remember that promise the most when I'm frustrated with Wes. I remember that I promised I would thank Heavenly Father for him and then I do and then my heart softens. It's funny how that works.
Anyways this has turned uncharacteristically personal and mushy. But hopefully without jinxing us I'd like to share a few more details about us...him.
He is always showing me new, deeper ways he thinks and feels, teaching me how to be better at communicating and caring for others. When he serves in his callings at church he really tries to give his 100%. He is who I want to go to for advice, to talk to about the minutest parts of my day, he is my sounding board for spontaneous and sometimes ridiculous ideas I have come up with, he lets me cry when I'm hurt and cheers me on when I'm trying to accomplish goals. I think we both feel drawn to each other all the time. He tells me he can't wait for work to end so he can rush home to be with us. In the evenings we typically find ourselves in the same room as the other even if we are both doing two different things. I still am pleasantly surprised how well we work together on projects or family struggles. I love that we have the same religious goals. That we both really, deeply care about God and about trying to be good. I love at night when I'm a spaz I can get him to laugh some of my favorite laughs I've ever heard. I love waking up each morning to the handsomest face in the world.
On that note...I've gathered some very er, um, unique pictures of Wesley.
In advance, You're Welcome.