Six years ago today, I married the love of my life.
We’re spending our anniversary in Washington, DC, the day after celebrating another marriage in the family. Our own wedding day was amazing, but it was just one day. Our life together, before and since our wedding, has been what makes each day–whether we’re celebrating a milestone or being crushed under the weight of unemployment and infertility–worth waking up to. His optimism balances out my harsh realism. We make each other laugh. There is no one else I would want to live with, love with, and raise children with. He is the one.