Two years.

Photo cred: Colby Moore

I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that this happened two whole years ago. I know that's a blip on the radar in the grand scheme of things, but I feel like we've been married closer to two months than two years. Life moves too quickly.

Someone much smarter than me once said that we don't remember days, we remember moments; that thought has been swirling around in my head so much as we approached this anniversary. I feel like I'm only holding onto these tiny blips of our life together. So much gets lost in the tides of everyday life, a life I love and feel humbled to share with the amazing man I call my husband. Nothing feels forgettable, but so much is forgotten. I know I can't hold it all, but I want to--the evenings watching Netflix documentaries, the walks down the nearby country road, the ridiculous song parodies Tyler makes, even the days spent cleaning our little apartment.  I don't ever want to take them for granted. I know I'm one of the lucky ones.