Anniversary Hurrah

Six sweet years ago (tomorrow), I married the love of my life. And, apart from the two days our boys were born, it was the happiest day of my life. I love you, Wade, more now than ever.

The moment I became Mrs. Shaw

 

 

I do.

 

Whispering sweet nothings

 

 

Whatever he whispered, it worked

 

 

Our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Shaw.

 

 

This wasn't just Wade's first dance as a married man. It was his VERY FIRST dance. (Minus the dance lessons we had in the kitchen prior to our wedding day.)

 

 

It's funny the things that become important as a bride plans her wedding. For me, it was my shoes and the cake. Oh, the cake. Seven tiers of white, decadent goodness.

 

I had high expectations...literally

 

 

And Wade delivered

 

 

 

 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

 

 

And he surprised me with flowers and a note.