Two years ago today, I married the absolute love of my life.
It's been two years since we tied the knot and I bet we never thought these two years would take us to where we are today. I know that things haven't always been easy. In fact, I can probably count the "easy" times better than I can count the "not so easy" times. But every time we fall, we still manage to pull each other up. You are my rock. You are my prince charming--the one part of a fairy tale that I still hold on to. You are the person who makes me laugh, who dries my tears, and the only person I will accept "I know things will be okay" from. You are my other, and better, half.
Today also marks two years of something else. Two years of trying to achieve a goal that we have not yet reached. I don't want to think about that today, but it's impossible not to. Our anniversary will forever be tied to the day we started trying to have a baby. But that doesn't have to be a sad thing. It can be a positive thing. It is a struggle that has made our love and our marriage stronger. It has made both of us more compassionate and understanding, and I can't imagine going through this bump in the road with anyone else but you.
You are an amazing person, and I fall more in love with you every day. Thank you for everything you have ever done for me. The last two years have been a roller coaster. I only hope the next 50 will be just as interesting and exciting, bringing us even more joy and happiness than we already know. I love you more than you will ever know and I am so blessed to call you my husband and my best friend.