Our sixth anniversary

As our sixth wedding anniversary dances into focus, time is feeling slippery. It’s slick with the kind of speed you never see coming, where one minute you’re a pair of kids (enter: child bride) with the grandest of plans, and the next you’re laughing and clinking glasses—championing all the ways they’ve gone awry.

It’s been six wonderful years, full of vibrancy and fun and challenge and a whole lot of promises kept. I’ll spare you the stats and figures, but we’ve done a lot of living in a short amount of time. And maybe some growing up, too.

One of my favorite jokes is that I was a “child bride,” and I kind of mean it. Twenty-two is young—freshly edging the line between the real world and everything that came before.

But, even young and fresh, our decision to marry was a good one. It was right, bold, and beautiful, and felt a long-time coming. We walked hand-in-hand into permanency, intertwining our lives for the rest of forever with the backdrop of our hometown mountains.

It was a powerful act of foresight. We couldn’t have known what a good, good life it would bring.

But somehow we did. And it has.

I’d like to thank that version of us, laying down the groundwork for the successful years ahead. All of those traits are still here—confidence, friendship, stubbornness, delight, gumption, optimism, appreciation—helping us meet every challenge, to know a solution waits on the other side.

Six amazing years in a good, good life.

Cheers to us, these time-slicked years, and to continued growth, change, and adventure. Cheers to a crisp September day in western Colorado, that was young, fresh, beautifully ours.

I love love, and I love ours the most.

Chad: I love you, always. Happy anniversary. 🖤