Wrangler Dani

Four years ago today, I married the love of my life.

The last year has been strange and hard in all new ways. That may seem like a weird admission to make on an anniversary post, when the Internet says that you’re only supposed to talk about love and butterflies and feeeeeeelings, but it’s true. Honestly, it makes all that gooey stuff much more worth it, really.

Because we’re not a couple of naive star-gazers anymore, hopped up on Hollywood romanticism or fear of being left alone or whatever else might drive us into each other’s arms. We are actually running to each other, even when it’s hard to do so. Even when we’re tired or sad or pulled away or stressed out or just plain irritated. We’re more in love than ever.

I cannot believe that, in what has been one of the best and hardest seasons of my life, that I get to be with a man who is strong enough to handle my doubts, my (loud) opinions, my fears and my irrational, exuberant hopes. I’m constantly amazed at the goodness of God, that He would give me someone who can practically finish my sentences, make me laugh, care for me even when I don’t care much for myself, make me feel like a princess and still challenge me to take on new adventures.

He is steady and calm, funny and warm, easy to talk to and a sly humorist. He’s not afraid of anything except for eyedrops, which is honestly kind of endearing. I feel like I’m always learning new things about him, and yet I also know him better than I ever thought I could know anyone. He’s the hero, the crush, the love I never thought could really exist, much less be mine.

But he is, and I am so grateful.

Happy Anniversary, babe. Four years down, a lifetime still to go – I can’t wait to spend it with you.