cotton & clocks {118}

another Monday.

but this one is different. 

on this day, i will only share one blessing of my thousands. my list will grow, but only by one.

because today marks two years. 

two years since we said i do. 

two years since i awoke to four girls singing going to the chapel at my drowsy bedside.

two years since we raced here and there on a bitterly cold October day from salon to house to church and back again sixteen times.

two years since he took my hand and never looked back.
two years since i tripped going up the aisle because i stepped on my hem.

two years since my father made his address behind my back since he made the promise "not to cry in front of me."

two years since we became man and wife. 

two years of tears. laughter. heartache. hospital visits. picnics. hardships. sunrises and sunsets.

this is my blessing. #118.

my man. my soulmate.

my "broom," as my autotext just accidentally referred to him.

my husband. 
happy anniversary, baby.

i love you.