*I was going to wait until morning to post this, but we stayed up until all hours watching Monday Night Football... I have so much anxiety and adrenaline running through me right now so I figured I should have an outlet and try to cheer myself up... boo dallas!!!* :(
Three years ago today I married my best friend. As cliche as it sounds, it's true. In the past three years, I have laughed more, cried more, felt more, dreamed more, grown more, felt more accepted, and loved more than I had ever before. Ryan and I both have grown so much in the past three years. The best part about anything that we have shared, through struggles, joy, worry, frustration, or elation, is that we were blessed to be able to share them together. Ryan is everything I ever prayed for.... he IS what I prayed for for all those years. 4 1/2 years ago, I even wrote out a list after getting my heart broken, yet again, of all of the things I wanted in a husband, the things I knew God wanted to GIVE me in a husband. I met Ryan not 6 months later, and I honestly knew days into our relationship that I had found HIM. Marriage has shaped me and taught me about sacrifice and pure joy.
RPK, thank you for being my best friend and my forever. I love you much more than I can say.