We in the Gilbert house have been quite busy lately! After our fun-filled weekend we took a little time to de-stress but not for long with Sunday’s fall launch of our high school group! I am really excited to see what is going to happen this year in TREK.
In other news, its our anniversary today! (Yes, our anniversary is Sept 11. I think that while it is important to never forget what happened on that day in 2001, it is equally important to move on in life. We have to let good things happen, too. We have to let people be married, and children to be born, etc. etc. My mom told people we were redeeming the day 🙂 )
It’s hard to know what to say about an anniversary. I think people so overuse the phrase “the day I married my best friend” and other romantic clichés to the point where they are sort of ruined for me (thanks a lot, facebook and pinterest!).
But I get why those phrases are over-used. The truth is, Kevin is my best friend. The truth is, we would rather just hang out with each other than anyone else. The truth is, when we’re off doing separate things, we earnestly look forward to being reunited. The truth is, we do talk about one billion times a day, just to see what’s going on.
We’re best friends. (I guess Tucker is our co-best friend. And Egan. Holler.)
And he still makes me laugh. A lot. And grin like an idiot. And feel all warm and fuzzy inside and all of that other romantic crap that I love to mock but secretly adore.
I won’t say that it was the best day of my life. Weddings are full of hustle and bustle and even some stress. It was a great day. But I think we’ve had better days since then. And I think we have better days ahead. I think we love each other more deeply than we did that day, and more fully.
The day we were married, our dear now-sister-in-law Melinda read a poem by e.e. cummings. This part gets me every time:
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Love is many things. It is incomprehensible. It makes us feel in a way that wells up inside and overwhelms because we feel we cannot adequately express it. It is a mystery and stretches us beyond what we know or think we are capable of. And there’s nothing quite like it.
Love you, Kev.