This week marks 5 years since this man of mine asked me to be his wife. We had a whirlwind 5 1/2 months of dating/engagement (you can read more about it here and here), and 5 years later, here we are: 2 babies, some crazy adventures, some heartbreaks, some great joys, and everything that comes between.
You, Jacob, are my favorite; more than our babies, more than anyone else, it is you. I choose you. On the days it is easy, and on the days it is hard, you’re my one. Someday when they’re not babies anymore and our hair is grey or gone, it’s you and me; and you will forever be my favorite. Not because it’s easy or because either of us is perfect, but because we continue to choose each other, every, single, day. Our marriage is not a testament of our own strength or greatness, but the greatness and faithfulness and strength of our God. Our crazy Italian selves would have done us in many times over the past five years, but by God’s grace, here we are, more blessed than we could ever deserve. I am more thankful for you than I can put in to words. Thank you for being my one and only, my everything other than Jesus. I love you my sweet, forever.