5 years

I have been married for 5 years.
FIVE years.
That sounds like such a long time to me.
And yet it seems like a day ago...

Five years ago we said our vows,
each with different picturs of our life.
We both had our plans and dreams,
and while of course we had talked and planned,
each had our own secret hopes...
our personal dream of how our life would turn out.

If you had asked me then whose dream would win,
I would have said mine.
I always get my way.

But to quote the mister:
"baby, you completely underestimated just exactly how okay i am with the rest of the world not being okay with my decisions."

A truer statement has never been spoken.

And you know what,
I'm glad he "won."
Life is simpler his way.

So in short,
Nothing is as I ever imagined it.
Nothing has gone according to my "plan."

Everything is better.

"I was a little girl
alone in my little world
who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees,
and fed my houseguests bark and leaves,
and laughed in my pretty bed of green."
--priscilla ahn