On September 24th we celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. It wasn't grand by any means. You ended up working all day and it was easier for me to just pick up so I wouldn't spend the day alone. We exchanged cards and you surprised me with roses and promised that soon we would find a time to go out and celebrate...even if it was to a brunch or late lunch before we had to go get the boys from daycare.
{ my rings }
To be honest, once your seizures happened back in July, I wasn't sure we would be standing here. You now working with a new employer that has been better for all of us, but especially you, and you are ready to take on the world (with the right medications and therapy). When you first came home, I had questioned myself about your course of care and if we were making the right decisions for you and for us as a family. But I know we are now on the right track.
{ your ring }
This past year, we almost lost everything we had ever dreamed of. Our marriage was broken and we had both checked out from it all for different reasons. I'm so very sorry that our "wake-up" call came the way it did...but I'm glad that it woke us up. I know that we are just barely into repairing our marriage, but I can already see the difference. You are becoming the "husband" I married. Not the same, but I can at least recognize you now. I know you say you miss the "old" Emily. I miss her too. I know that I will never be the same as that naive, glass half full, ready to take on the world girl you married, but I hope that by us working on our marriage and ourselves that I'll find her again. Or at least one you can recognize.
{ our rings }
You, my husband, are the love of my life. My soul. My heart. My home. We married young and started a family even quicker than we anticipated. But I wouldn't change the past 8 years. Not a moment. I know we have so much more ahead of us. I really can't wait to see what the next 8 years will bring us.
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