I never imagined I would compare the greatest love I've ever known to a wheat field, but here I am about to do just that. I guess you never quite take the Mercer County out of the girl.
One year ago, I made the smartest decision of my life. I married Robby Trefethren. I thought in that moment - in the presence of those we loved, flowers pinned into my hair, winds shaking the trees around us - I swore I could never love him more than I did in that moment. But over the past 365 days, I have fallen deeper and deeper in love with the man he is. The way he speaks. The purpose in his walk. The faith in his heart. The promise of his future. Our future.
Just like those wheat fields, our love is organized. Our day-to-day life is put into planners and agendas, full of Dem-NPL meetings and opening shifts at Starbucks and grad school deadlines. It's not always romantic. That's a fact. But through all the 4 am alarms, the botched interviews, the job offers, the messes, the heartbreaks, the victories, and the chaos - he's right here. Steady. Sturdy. Grounded. Like the wheat fields that surrounded me through so much of my life, he's not going anywhere.
He is important. He is valuable. He has a purpose.
Is he my soul mate? Now that's a tricky question, an answer to which I will never find so long as I walk this earth. But I know this for sure: he loves my soul and I love his. He is the only man I want to see drooling on the pillow next to me. He is the only voice I want to hear yelling at the basketball game in the next room. He is the only hand I want to hold when I feel like breaking down. He is the reason I want to be a better woman every single day.
Just like those wheat fields, our love is organized. Our day-to-day life is put into planners and agendas, full of Dem-NPL meetings and opening shifts at Starbucks and grad school deadlines. It's not always romantic. That's a fact. But through all the 4 am alarms, the botched interviews, the job offers, the messes, the heartbreaks, the victories, and the chaos - he's right here. Steady. Sturdy. Grounded. Like the wheat fields that surrounded me through so much of my life, he's not going anywhere.
He is important. He is valuable. He has a purpose.
Is he my soul mate? Now that's a tricky question, an answer to which I will never find so long as I walk this earth. But I know this for sure: he loves my soul and I love his. He is the only man I want to see drooling on the pillow next to me. He is the only voice I want to hear yelling at the basketball game in the next room. He is the only hand I want to hold when I feel like breaking down. He is the reason I want to be a better woman every single day.
Robby, my love,
You were the best decision of my life.
Together we have experienced the kinds of things I used to dream of.
You inspire me to love deeper and dream bigger.
With every year that passes, I realize just how much our hearts are capable of.
Thank you for going along with every health kick, cleanse, and hobby I think up...
For allowing me to kiss you in public...
Actually... I'd just like to thank you for being seen with me in public...
And for telling the food was delicious, even the time I butchered that salmon recipe.
This year has been the happiest of my whole life.
The sushi dates...
Our first Christmas as an old married couple...
Our most delicious cookies to date...
Our first of what I assume to be many vineyard tours to come...
The trips...
The kisses...
The never-ending winter...
Did I mention the never-ending winter?
The trip of a lifetime...
With (hands down) the best looking guy in the room...
Witnessing history...
Then back home to our own little piece of paradise...
To our Mezzaluna happy hour dates for the best burgers in town (only $7!)...
And carrying on family traditions...
I got to experience it all with YOU! And I can't stop falling in love with you...
The way you set up multiple bird houses so the birds can choose one they like...
The way you carry our puppies around like children...
The hard work you put into this house just to make me smile...
The look you get in your eyes when you're thinking about something brilliant...
The fact you'll help me in the kitchen even when you have no idea what you're doing...
The way you insist on snuggling with the puppies before you go to bed...
The fact that you ran in the marathon relay, bad knees and all, just to support me...
The way you smile at me when I get home from work and ask how my day was...
The way you encourage me to CREATE, no matter what it is...
How you've sat through all of my humming, belting, and whistling without complaint...
And went along with every idea I had for yet ANOTHER project..
The gardens...
The thrifting and antiquing dates...
The yard work...
The coffee dates...
The moments of recognition...
The moments of pride...
The moments of stress and curse words under my breath...
It all made for the best days of my life.
You are the reason I come home...
You are the reason my future is never scary.
You, my love, are perfect for me.
You are my home.
Love Always,
Lauren
