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Holidays and special occasions tend to build an expectation of extra. A sense that there must be more to a single day than those that came before it or those that might come after.

Tomorrow is my wedding anniversary. The day itself, so many years past, was a day my husband and I performed for others; the days that came after were our own.

Messy days with imperfect demonstrations of love. House projects that lingered over years and complicated experiences of parenting. They were the occasions we chose one another, unceremoniously, with little gestures of care and unplanned joy.

Maybe one day we’ll honeymoon somewhere warm or take an extravagant trip with our children. For now I just want to nest in the life we have created, as we are.

Today I’m wrapping tomorrow in sentiment and gratitude, an unembellished moment to cherish.

Tagged: Marriage, Musings, Wholehearted