Today, Fede and I have been married for three years. As the old adage goes, “The days are long, but the years are short.” We have experienced and gone through so much as a couple, as a team, and as best friends. Married for three years, together for five, and though I am not sure of much in my life, I am very certain that we will be together for many, many more.
I’ve often told Fede that he makes me feel like every day is Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving may be an odd comparison as it is not exactly a romantic holiday, but it is by far one of my favorites. It is a special time that signifies being with people you love, feeling happy and warm and full, and most of all, expressing gratitude for all the blessings that you have been given. There are no better nor more accurate terms that I could use to describe our marriage. I have so much to be thankful for regarding what we share, and that keeps growing with each day that I wake up next to him. I honestly can’t comprehend how blessed I am to have my husband.
Before meeting Fede, I sincerely had my doubts about the institution of marriage, and had my concerns about being fully committed (at the very least, in the legal sense) to another person. But from very early on in our relationship, I intuitively knew that he was one of the most decent and wonderful people that I had ever encountered. As another cliche goes, “When you know it’s right, you know it’s right.”
With my husband, I feel valued, respected, and loved, but most of all, I feel whole, that I truly have found my better half. A part of me that had been a wanderer and vagrant for so long is finally at peace and finally has a place to call home, and that is with Fede.
“True love doesn’t have a happy ending. True love doesn’t have an ending.” – Anonymous