Right in the middle of our time in Galveston, Aaron and I celebrated our 12th anniversary.
And I do mean celebrated.
Not celebrated in the way we normally celebrate our anniversary.
I was hardly up for a date, and everyone in one hotel room made it hard to "do other traditional anniversary things."
Here's what went through my stressed out, emotional, basket case mind on my 12th anniversary:
"There is no one I could be going through this much "stuff" with today. No one but Aaron."
Twelve years ago, Aaron and I could not have walked through this hot of a fire and come out strong.
Twelve years ago, Aaron would not have known how to love me through those four intense days in Galveston, waiting on our son.
Twelve years ago, I would not have known to lean on Aaron...wouldn't have known how much I needed him, how much I could depend on him, how weak I could be because of how strong he is.
Twelve years ago, we would not have made it through something like this, feeling loved, feeling cherished, feeling like we had each other's back.
That's something to celebrate.
I love you Aaron.
You're my favorite person.
You're my first choice.
I'd pick you and only you any day to laugh with, to be silly with, and to walk through tragedy, pain and sorrow with.
No one but you.