"We were together. I forget the rest." -Walt Whitman
I have seen this quote all over Pinterest. I'm especially susceptible to quotes about love. And I think that this is so perfect as Karl and I celebrated a year of marriage to one another.
I cannot name specific days off the top of my head where I can say that I felt closest to my husband in this past year. There were many nights of binge-watching Netflix shows, days/nights of falling asleep on the couch, ordering food in, and he working in one room as I was in another. But waking up to his childish bedhead, weaving amongst each other throughout the apartment as we work, read, watch television, clean, and breathe, moving our circles close to one another and away from one another...I would say this year does not need specifics to celebrate. We had a simple lunch out, and we kissed goodbye when I left for professional development for two days. And I may have been slightly irked, but coming home is always the best feeling. Belonging to one another fully has made this year the best so far. I imagine I will feel like this every year from now on.
Cheers to a first anniversary.
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