As of Sunday, Adam and I will have been married one year. I'm sure the event will come and go without nearly as much pomp and circumstance as last year. To be honest, I'd prefer it that way.
We aren't doing gifts. We aren't throwing a party. We probably won't even really talk about the wedding or what we've learned in our first year of marriage. I have a feeling we'll each nibble on a stale cake topper and then hightail it to a bakery for fresh cupcakes instead. We've talked about revisiting the spot along the Arkansas River where Adam proposed, but we aren't sure the weather will be accommodating.
This year has been good to us. So good.
I've sat here for awhile now, trying my best to put into words how grateful I am for Adam. For meeting him. For dating him. For marrying him. I've tried to articulate how lucky I feel for the life that I'm getting to build with him -- even when things don't go exactly as we planned. But, there are no words that can convey all of that because the feeling itself seems too big. If there are adequate words, they are eluding me.
So for now, I think I'll call it a night. I'll take my cup of tea to bed and I'll snuggle up next to Adam. I'm sure we'll watch something on Netflix or Amazon Prime before bed. When it's over, we'll lay in the dark and laugh for awhile. We'll talk until sleep finally overcomes us. It will be, like nearly every other night of the past year.
Like our anniversary, it won't be fancy. It won't be a momentous occasion. But it will be very "us" -- mismatched pajamas and all. And it will be so, so, so good...
Happy Anniversary Adam. I love you.