3 years of wedded bliss

Many people told us that the first year of marriage is always the toughest. On our first anniversary, Rusty and I said "If this is as tough as it gets, we are going to be ok!"
Things haven't always been easy. In our first three years of marriage, we have faced some tough times. We have been disappointed, afraid and heartbroken. We have cried many tears together. Rusty married me knowing that my heart had been damaged. He knew I had been broken and that he would spend the rest of his life trying to help me heal. He was aware that it would not be easy, but chose to love me anyway, to do what ever it took to make me whole. That he was prepared for. But, there were trials ahead of us that neither of us could anticipate.

But no matter how tough it has been, it has been good. For every tear, there have been countless laughs, kisses, cuddles, and times that we have said, "I am so blessed." To say that God knew what I needed when He gave me Rusty is an understatement. There is no one in the world that could love me the way that he does. He looks past all of my physical and emotional scars and sees me as beautiful.

We compliment each other in every detail-no matter how small:

He is level headed. I am emotional.
He has "book smarts." I have "street smarts."
He likes to spend. I like to save.
He likes the pizza. I like the crust.

We can talk without using any words. We can finish each other sentences. He knows things about me that no one else will ever know. When I am excited about something, he is the first person that I want to share it with. When I am hurting, he is the one that I want to comfort me. He is my best friend.

Happy 3rd anniversary, Rusty!

Thank you for loving me the way that you do. No matter what God has in store for us, I will always be by your side. I know that we can face anything, as long as we have each other.