Two years

For seven hundred and thirty days I have been married to my darling. We have been through parents divorcing, many meals and prayers together, building a home and a life together, and we made a baby. Certainly the kisses are in the thousands.


We have changed hundreds of diapers, sang many songs, played basketball in the yard, and watched Netflix and Hulu to our heart's content. We have taken several road trips and have dreamt about our future while driving and driving.


I have heard my love tell me many times as he walks through the door, "I have a treat for you." and then presents me with something sweet and delicious. He is patient with me as I jerk the covers to lay them as straight as can be over me, because goodness knows that boy could sleep in a twisty tangled mess of sheets and I need them as straight as a board.


Happy 2 years to the man who made me a wife. I love you John Murphy.