I think the things in life that mean more with time are rare. More often than not, we allow what is constant and longstanding in our lives to become routine and boring. The things that are truly our anchors become ignorable fixtures, and their true value is lost somewhere along the line. It doesn't even feel like a tragedy when it happens because it just seems comfortable.
But today, Trevor and I have been married for four years, and I can honestly say that this day means more to me today than it did four years ago; and I know it will mean more to me next year than it does today. That doesn't make my husband any less a fixture--he's the most stoic person I know, the foundation to which I'm grounded; but in binding myself to him and allowing our marriage to become my life's mainstay, our relationship has not lost meaning.
Rather the meaning has grown.
And grown and grown and grown, and sometimes when I think about it, it seems we surely must have already lived a lifetime together for all that we've taken on in these four years, just the two of us. And there is more to come, more to do, more to see, more to learn, more to love. I'm just so happy that we have all of that to look forward to together.
To have been loved so well for the past few years, it has made me come alive, it has made me come into my own. My heart bursts with gratitude and admiration for the man I'm spending my life with, and I'm happy to celebrate today just another milestone in all the many we'll have.