2 years

Or 730 days.
That’s how long Frenchie and I have been married.
Some days it feels like we’ve been married for 2 decades.
Some days it feels like 2 weeks.

We’ve sure been through a lot in the last 2 years.
There is a big part of me that is proud at how we’ve weathered the stormy parts.
There are worse fates than to spend the rest of your life with the man you love.
If there never are any kids, we’re still rich in each other.
A little worse for wear maybe but one way or another, we’ll get through this.

There is a hard part though.
2 year anniversary of marriage.
Also means that we’ve been trying to get pregnant for 2 years less a month.
Of course we weren’t too serious at first.
But still….
Had we conceived right away I’d have a one year old right now.

Hard to even imagine.

But today I focus on the good stuff.
Because if you’d asked me 4 or 5 years ago?
I’d have bet a large sum on money, wagering that I’d be single forever.
I didn’t think that there was anyone “out there” for me.
And when we did find each other, I swore that if nothing else good ever happened in my life that I would still be lucky.

And although it’s hard to remember on those days when I feel like my heart’s been torn out, I guess I am.

Lucky, that is.