Another turn of the sun, and it’s another year with Husband J. Today is our third anniversary .
I joke with people that it feels like we’ve been married much longer than that. That’s a good thing, I think.
Husband J really is my biggest support at this stage in my life, and I am sometimes amazed. I’m am the Queen of Independence, and yet I can’t picture life without him. Some moments when I don’t want to blog (they happen) or do certain things, Husband J is always there cheering me on and pushing me forward.
Husband J was the one that pushed me about planning my trip to India. “Have you booked your flight? Have you booked the tour?” became common questions in the TAO household. I’m glad to say that he supports my craziness. Granted, he was a little shocked that I was going to be away for so long when the trip was all planned.
I remember going to the airport the evening I left for Delhi and walking through the security line. Three weeks in India was the longest we’d be apart since we’ve been a couple, and while it’s not as much as military and other families who live apart, I couldn’t believe how freaked out I got. The possibility of us not seeing other again deeply affected me, but the ability that we had to let each other go knowing we’d be back together soon calmed me down.
Here’s hoping to 100 times 3 years more of life together.
Hiking Esja in Iceland