Seven Years In.

 There might be days when you back into another car in your own driveway. And this won’t be the first or second, but the THIRD time this has happened. You will sit there stunned and angry because why can't you even back out of YOUR OWN DRIVEWAY!? And then you will have to walk inside and tell your husband. To your utter amazement, he won't even flinch or yell or roll his eyes. He'll hug you long and tight and get you on the road in mostly one piece. In town, you will get a text that says "Pick up pizza at Al's. I'll have the table set when you get home."

And in that moment you will know that love has very little to do with butterflies and diamonds. Love is choosing to stay when everything is a gritty, throbbing, bloody mess. Its walking through the worst with someone because you've known them at their best. 

We're only seven years into a love like this but I want seventy more with him.