five and counting

Well, I 've rewritten this post at least 3 times now. I can't get my thoughts out in any sort of coherent manner. I'm all over the place! Perhaps I'm just a bit emotional because Today, Travis and I celebrate five years of marriage. 

I am really quite baffled at how we got to this point in our lives. I look at where we started and I am amazed we even liked each other. Me, a boy-crazy-fly-by-the-seat-flirt, and Travis, a steady-has-a-plan-doesn't-want-a-girlfriend-rock, somehow became attached. Even then I knew I would marry him. I have written in my journal after one of our first few dates "I really like hanging out with Travis, he makes me happy. He's the type of person I would want to marry." I knew it again, when I watched him walk off the plane after a 27 month mission. I can't describe the feeling and do it justice, but it was (get ready for cheese) heavenly. I get the same feeling when I watch him meticulously assemble Kennedys toys or when I catch him watching her sleep, and when he surprises me with a wordless kiss to the cheek.  Man, I'm lucky. :)

I have said it before, but I don't think I could have found anyone more polar opposite than myself. Well ok, that's not totally true. There are a few things where we are completely on the same page (like that we both like dark garage doors and sandwiches are better with salt and pepper. Oh, and we both love Indian food. Very important.) but for the most part: black and white. He shines where I shirk and I flourish were he falls. We're our missing pieces. There is something to having his contrast that has made me really figure out who I am and let me feel comfortable in my skin, while at the same time helped me change the things I never liked. Some days I could just kill him for being so______ (fill in the blank), but every day in between is so good that I don't even mind.

So, here's to five long, happy years that went by way too fast. 

I love you Trav 

and I know you love me back.