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Five years

October 6th, 2012 | Posted by Amy Boughner in Personal

Joe got his blog post done first, and it’s going to take a lot for me to one up him, but I shall celebrate our fifth anniversary anyway.

We were married five years ago today. It seems almost impossible that five years have passed, and then I look at our almost 3 year old daughter and I remember. We started dating seven years ago. It’s like we’ve known each other forever and not long at all.

We started dating in March and Joe mentioned moving in with him in June or July. We moved in to our first apartment together at the end of August. It was the first time I had lived with anyone that wasn’t my family – every apartment I lived in, I lived in alone.

I met almost Joe’s entire family in one fell swoop. One of his cousins was getting married and I met his parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins all at once. Before we left Ottawa, I told Joe that I was sure his mom would like me because since we had started dating he had gotten a better job and a better apartment.

We’ve both grown so much since then. Grown, but never grown apart.

We make each other better. We share a sense of humour. We call each other on our shit. We argue, sometimes loudly, but it all comes out in the wash. I was right, his parents did like me, and I liked them, and my family liked Joe and that made everything even more solid.

The engagement ring he gave me is an amethyst heart surrounded by diamonds. My birthstone in the centre and his all around. To him it meant that he would be there for me, surrounding me with love and protection.

For me, this picture kind of says it all. He leads me, he protects me, I trust him.

I still have trouble believing that marriages can last, but I also know that I don’t ever want to have to get through the days without my best friend.

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