Two years...

It hardly seems possible. So much has changed, yet so much is the same. Those days of being neighbors and friends seem so hazy, like a dream. I can't imagine him as anything other that what he is now. I still remember laughing at his nervousness on our first "date" to Trader Joe's and Espresso Royale, yet I felt privileged to be so trusted by him. I remember how furious I was those two weeks after when he ignored me...apparently "making up his mind" about me. I already knew we would be married someday...

I can't count all the ways that he has challenged me to be open and real, to speak my mind and not settle for something that falls even a little bit short of the goal. He pushes me to go farther and be stronger that I ever have been, holding his hand out to help me all the way.

We've had many struggles and trials of every kind-grace is so much sweeter when it's put to the test and wins.

Two years is short in the broad scape of life, but I'm not sure I thought it was possible to be "in love" with someone this long...yet, I am! I am SO excited to change my name to his. He is worth sacrificing even that...a name I love so dearly, if it is the cost of being able to stand by his side forever.