July 8th
About three or four months after Mike and I had been married, I was talking with my best friend, Annie, and she asked me what my favorite thing about being married was. I went into lengthy details about how I loved not having to sleep alone anymore (I hate sleeping alone. Monsters might get me.), blah blah blah always a shoulder to cry on, blah blah blah, mushy newly wed stuff. When I asked Annie what her favorite part of marriage was, she told me it was Ryan. Her favorite part of marriage was being married to Ryan.

I didn't quite get it at the time, and it's taken me almost two years to realize what she meant, but I get it now. Being married to Mike is my favorite part of marriage. I love being married to him. It's not even something I can really describe, but anyone who has been with the love of their life, even for a little while, will be able to tell you the same thing: That person is what you love most about your relationship. They also can drive you up walls in a way no one else in this world can ;)

Okay, so that was super schmoozy and also highly confusing word-wise (I wrote it at 1am last night while high on Benadryl) In spite of the horrid wording and Benadryl induced nostalgia though, I meant every word.)

I loved Mike's company when we were dating, but two years later I realize that I enjoy being with him more than anyone else I know. When I look at Mike, and I see so much life.

And I'm so grateful that we get to live it together. 
Happy Anniversary baby. I love you.