35 Months

*I had to re-post this, because I'm such a math whiz. (Thank you, Devalon!)

Good morning.

It’s just after 5:30am, and I am on the couch, with a heating pad warming my lower back, and I'm half way through my first cup of coffee in one of my favorite red mugs.

I can hear the local news and the laundry tumbling in the dryer in the background.

Today is our monthaversary.

Our 35th.

Next month, we will celebrate our third anniversary!

Last night, Michael and I were talking about how it just keeps getting better and better. He said he thinks we’ve hit our stride.  That we’ve both grown, matured, and we know each other deeply, so it’s easier now.

I couldn’t agree more.

It would be just fine with me if we get closer and closer and more and more in love over the years.

So.

35 months.

What a sweet time this has been.

We’ve had our bumps in the road.

And sinkholes.

But, our marriage is stronger and our love for each other is so much greater that ever.

And it feels like home.