I know I should be ecstatic. Most people consider this a major milestone. But I realized a long time ago I was different. I didn’t chage my last name, I dont wear a ring, and I ordered my wedding dress off the internet one month before the wedding day.
Sometimes it seems like we live in a culture that celebrates the celebration more than the love between two people. Marriage is more about the perfect flowers and nice table cloths rather than love.
It’s hard to get all gushy about our anniversary. We’ve been in love and commitment to each other for a long time. We promised to be together for life a few years before we even got engaged.
A year really does not encompass all we’ve gone through together and the ways in which we’ve grown and matured as a couple.
We celebrated anyway because we’ve never really had a day dedicated to celebrating our togetherness. We were best friends before we got together. The lines between friendship and couplehood blurred gradually and we really don’t know when we because official. It was like one day we realized we just couldn’t be without each other.
For our anniversary, we went to dinner, saw a show, and stay overnight in a hotel my hubby decorated with roses and sunflowers. It was absolutely perfect.
What made it absolutely perfect is that I know I’m with the person I was meant to share this life with. That’s really what it means to be committed. It’s all about the connection you share with one person. Everything else is just extra.