I am so lucky to be married to Ryan. I am lucky to be married, period. I hope to never forsake what a blessing it is to be inside this covenant. I paid my dues in the world of dating and heart ache and abandonment and divorce and grief, and I am SO lucky to have been given the opportunity to find someone so synchronous with myself and settle in permanently and safely. Someone who is so true and dedicated to this huge commitment. In sickness and in health; in poverty and wealth; in stressful times and times of still flow. I love the security with Ryan. Love the stability. I love the way that this marriage has opened life's doors of progression in an exciting way.
And I'm lucky that I am bound with Ryan.
He and I truly balance each other in the most personally crucial ways.
My greatest flaws tango well with his greatest strengths, and vice
versa. We teach each other, we support each other, we so deeply admire
the other person. Just this morning, as Ryan was holding me on the
couch because I felt bogged down with fertility and homebuying and
lease-selling, and he held me and said, "we like to support each other.
That is why we got married in the first place isn't it? You love
supporting me, and I love supporting you. And that's all we need to do
He is so patient and loving. Always. This
man never has a sour mood. He's so laidback and chill. It makes life
so easy to operate. He also encourages me so much.
And also, I love that he loves to sleep in
so late. Because I LOVE early, early mornings on the weekend and being
in the stillness of free, unencumbered, and completely alone quiet
time. As I am now, just thinking about him.
Upward and onward,