This past Wednesday Ryan and I celebrated our 14th (!) anniversary. We’ve been together for 14 years, but married for three years. It’s so wild to me that I’ve known Ryan for half of my life, that we’ve been together for so long and that we’ve already been married for three years. I’m sure I’ve said this before but when I first met Ryan I did not think we’d be together for so long. He was my first boyfriend and I just thought he was going to be a summer fling. Because realistically who marries their high school sweetheart?! When we first became friends, I was madly in love with him. I can clearly remember asking my mom to stop at CVS one night before I saw Ryan because I wanted to buy Strawberry Kiwi lipsmackers in case he kissed me. Of course I didn’t tell my mother that, but I remember feeling giddy buying it. It feels like just yesterday.
Fast forward 14 years and we spent our anniversary lounging in our PJ’s with our new baby boy. No one prepared us for the intense amount of love we would feel for this little guy. I read a quote online that said “Don’t marry a man unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him.” This quote couldn’t be more appropriate for Ryan and Cole. If Cole grows up to be exactly like Ryan, then I’ve done something right in my life. I am one lucky woman with two boys that I am so grateful to call my tiny little family.