Today is my 2nd year wedding anniversary. You know what’s strange to me? It doesn’t FEEL like it’s my 2nd year wedding anniversary. I’ve been having so much fun exploring life, experiencing new things and just generally having a blast, that I sometimes forget I’m married. It just feels like I’ve been hanging out with my best friend and that I’ve been doing that for years. Look at this face! How do you not fall in love with that?
Anyone that knows me, knows that although I don’t follow any of the religious practices or leanings that came with my Catholic upbringing, there’s still a deeply spiritual side of who I am. And that side does believe that our beings existed before. Maybe not necessarily in another life per se, because I’m not sure where I stand on the subject of reincarnation; I just can’t help but feel like I’ve known Damian before.
Have you ever had a close friend that you sometimes fall out of touch with but if you crossed paths with them after even a number of years, you would just pick up right where you left off? As if no time has ever passed and you’re connected as you’ve always been? Well, that’s how it feels like being married to my husband. After the initial awkward phase of getting to know each other, we quickly fell into our roles as boyfriends and then husbands. It felt more like we were getting reacquainted, than anything else.
Here was someone that I was wildly attracted to and he came with the added bonus of being just as big a gaymer geek as I am. Can I just say how uniquely gratifying it is when Damian finds me on my PC just gaming away and even if he had something to tell me, he won’t bother me because he knows that game is super important to me at that moment? Conversely, if I see him enthralled by his phone because he’s reading through a reddit post on something geeky as hell, I’ll just ask him what’s going on and we share the laughs together.
So today, I celebrate being married to the most captivating and inspiring man, I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. Looking back on the vows I spoke, the more we live our lives, the more truth these words hold:
“Anyone can tell you, I’ve always been a little lost. The one constant in my life has always been that there were no constants.
I was born in the Philippines, moved to San Francisco after my mom married, moved to Southern CA when my stepdad’s job changed, turned 18 and moved to OC to become a dancer, moved to LA to start a photography business, moved BACK to OC after failing and now I’ve returned to LA, working a 9-5 for Corporate America of all things. I was constantly trying to find myself and never succeeded.
Then, you walked into my life. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew that my search was over. In you, I see all the hopes, dreams and ambitions I’ve denied myself, coming to life. It’s all very real now. I can see it. I can touch it.
So if I ever lose my way again and start searching for an answer, I won’t have to look very far anymore because you’ll be right beside me. The end of my journey starts the beginning of ours, together. I love you. Always have. Always will.”
Happy Anniversary, babe! I’m so excited to see what else life has in store for us.