These last few days, I’ve been thinking about my marriage.

Yes, we’ve gone through some trying times. Cancer. Infertility. Children. Single income.

But despite all that, my husband and I, our marriage, it’s pretty damn amazing.

Strong. Loving. Full of happiness. Full of foot massages. Little projects around our home. Big adventures in new places. Meaningful conversations about things that matter. Daily giggles about random silliness. Delicious food and healthy living. Long hugs. Quiet moments. Lots of laughter. Mutual adoration, honesty and support. The highest regard for each other. And a passion for living.

Everyday he makes me want to be a better person.

I’m crazy in love.

In terms of our temperaments and personalities, I believe we’re very different.

But we share the same values, feelings and goals towards things like family, friends, health, work, money, stress, holidays, how we spend out time, our future plans.

We hardly have any disagreements. We just seem to align so perfectly with each other in all aspects – that love, marriage, the relationship, the companionship, the everything… well, it’s just so easy.

Everyday he tells me how much he loves me, why he loves me, why he loves his life with me. Sometimes it’s silly, sometimes it’s random, and sometimes it brings a tear to my eye.

It’s been 6 years, and I’m one lucky woman.

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