On 10 years together

When my husband and I moved into our house in 2012, the first thing I did was tear the garden apart.

In the waist-high grass, I found an old shovel with a rotten wooden handle that broke apart in my hands.

In the dirt, I found hundreds of tiny, electric green orbs, magical bead-like things that we dubbed fairy balls, whose purpose was a mystery.

In the clearing, I found a perfect four leaf clover that I kept and framed.

On our 10 year anniversary today, I’d say our love is a little like that garden we moved into: hidden inside ourselves we found broken pieces of each other to mend, hundreds of moments from a fairy tale, and from the first moments were impossibly lucky to have found each other.

Bringing our baby girl Simone into the world together is just the beginning, and watching him with her makes my overflowing heart feel like it might explode. Saying I love him feels so inadequate sometimes, because there are no words for this beautiful life we have.

Anthony, I love you madly, and all I can do is thank our lucky stars we found each other. Here’s to us, and to growth, and to creating the clearings.

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