Four years ago today I married the man of my dreams.
Four years ago, we were so young. We're still young, but looking back we were SO young.
We had purchased the cheapest house in town (ie. the "Crack house") and we madly renovating it with every spare penny we had. I worked as a nanny, and the Mister worked in insurance. I think our combined income then was about equal to one of our wages now.
We had nothing. Well, ok we had a little teal colored Pontiac Sunfire, with a broken driver's door handle. We had a cat. We had some hand-me-down furniture and a mattress. I think we had a stereo system.
We didn't have a tv until a few months after our wedding. We didn't have a computer for a while either. We had no bedroom furniture. Looking back, I have no idea how we got by. I remember going to the store and buying groceries...only what we needed and no more. Meat was a luxury, and we ate a lot of rice and hamburger helper.
But somehow we scraped together enough extra cash to renovate that house. And renovate we did. We painted, replaced the light fixtures, gutted the bathroom down to the studs. Replaced most of the floors. Painted the cabinets, new backsplash and countertops. Painted the exterior. Sewed curtains and made a duvet cover out of some sheets. And that little crack house became a home.





We both got better jobs, and bought a new car. Then the Mister got a job with a long commute, and we got a second car. We bought a newer, bigger house and moved. We got a second cat. We got new furniture, a flat screen tv, and a laptop. We had money to spend on clothes and going out to the movies.
We forgot.
Every year on our anniversary I think back to what our first year was like. How different our lives were than they are now. How little we had, and how poorly we were living. And we were so happy, even then. It makes me realize how far we truly have come.
I get so wrapped up in life as it is now. I am always wishing we could afford to replace the closet doors, or buy a new carpet for the living room. My ugly countertops bother me so much that I am asking for new ones in place of any birthday or Christmas presents this year.
But every year on our anniversary I get a reality check. In four years, we have accomplished so much. We have so many blessings and so much to be thankful for. I really have nothing to complain about! Four years ago we had nothing but a crumbling 800 square foot shack, and a broken down Sunfire in the yard.
Every year gets better and better. Not just that we are becoming more financially stable and aquiring more "stuff." But we are accomplishing our dreams and goals, and much faster than we ever imagined. Every year brings new changes; every year brings us closer together. And each year gets better.
This will be our last anniversary before becoming parents. I hope that four years from now, we will look back and be amazed again at how far we've come, and how much closer we've become.
It just keeps getting better and better.
























