Four years ago today, we became husband and wife.
It was the best day we’ve experienced together, and surely one that we will always cherish.
We exchanged vows, tore up the dance floor, and spent the night celebrating our love with loved ones. It was such a blast!
You surprised me with the cutest Post-it scavenger hunt that led to a picnic lunch at the park. You took me to a fabulous restaurant for dinner, and we took a cheesy but necessary series of photos to honor the night.
Later on, we dug into the top layer of our wedding cake!
For living in the freezer for a year, it tasted pretty good.
You pulled a “Scott” and immediately wiped some on my face.
I obviously needed to retaliate.
Two years ago today, I was in the middle of auditioning for my last year as an NBA dancer.
You were out of town at a work conference, so we celebrated our anniversary early with a missed dinner reservation that turned into a last minute trip to Panera Bread on the way to a Gavin DeGraw concert.
I still forgive you for getting home late from work, and Panera will always make me happy.
Today, we don’t have any plans. Well, we have plans to spend the day together and watch our wedding video (as we do every year), but that’s all I know. That’s also all I need.
Wow. Four years!
Some days feel like our wedding was a decade ago, while others feel like it was just yesterday when I first saw you down the aisle. You were crying, and it hit hard enough to make me focus on getting you past your ugly crying face and onto a smile for the remainder of our wedding ceremony.
Thank goodness, because I would have been a mess if I was the first one to bring out the tears.
And my ugly crying face is way more embarrassing than yours.
Four years ago, you surprised me with a live serenade of our song. I felt like the most important person in the world, and your unashamed love for me was obvious. I’ll never forget that feeling.
Four years ago, we were unsure of where life would would take us.
You were looking for a new job and possibly a new career, and I was working hard while waitressing to get us through. I quickly added teaching barre and blogging (both almost every day) into the mix, and the two of us barely stopped plugging away.
Fun date nights out turned into simple dinners and movies in. We did our best to stay on a tight budget, and our once extravagant birthday and Christmas gifts turned into things like foot rubs or a bouquet of flowers. The best part about it was the excuse to wear sweats on dates!
Four years ago, we didn’t know where we were going, but I knew we were going there together.
We were scared and frustrated, but we remained faithful to God and His plan.
Three years ago, we were still searching, but we were also confident that our next chapter would soon surface. Some days were better than others, but we knew answers were coming.
Two years ago, we were eight months into our new lives and residence in The Mitten.
It took me a while to adjust to the thought of living in the frigid temperatures, but eventually, I got there. And, I got an excuse to invest in a completely new wardrobe filled with cute winter accessories and fuzzy, warm materials.
I’m completely attached to my winter boots for several months out of the year, but I’m still waiting on that fireplace in our living room. The fact that my sister has two fireplaces in her Florida home while we have zero still amazes me.
I know I don’t always show it, but I am thankful for the time we have spent in the Metro Detroit area. I have learned a lot about myself, and I have witnessed that your need to provide for your family will never waiver. You work hard every single day, and you do whatever it takes to take care of us. We are so grateful for you.
We really have been through a lot, haven’t we?
From moving across the country and leaving all we knew to learning how to survive in the snow and dealing with deaths in the family, the last four years of my life have been the hardest.
We’ve had our highest of highs and lowest of lows.
Separate and together, we’ve been through some trying times. Just like any other couple, we fight, we make up, we get over it, and eventually, we laugh.
I will always love you, but that doesn’t mean I always have to like you. You know just what to do to get under my skin, and you do it. A lot. But then again, so do I. It’s a fun little game we play that keeps every day interesting and different.
You leave your clothes outside of the hamper, you continuously bring candy into the house, and you constantly steal my phone charger. I’ve learned to deal, and know I do things that irritate you, too. It is what it is, and I don’t expect things to change any time soon.
If there’s one thing that will never get old, it’s your love for life.
You want to experience every little thing that every little situation or place has to offer. I rarely get rest on our vacations because you want to find the best breakfast across town and see the funkiest night spot before we turn in.
You’ll try anything once, even if it’s slimy and staring right at you on your dinner plate. I’ll always admire that sense of adventure.
Today, we are still unclear about many things in our future. We aren’t sure when we will become parents, but it will happen when and if it’s supposed to. You’ve been so great and reassuring about that.
We don’t know what the next chapter in our lives looks like, or when it will begin, but we do know one thing, and it’s that we will both be here for each other. Just like before.
Four years ago today, I married you and took a different last name as soon as Pastor Dave announced us a Mr. and Mrs.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to (Heather Hesington is pretty long and, in my opinion, sounds a little too close to Jenna Jamison), but I did it.
I wanted to be Mrs. Hesington.
Four years later, I still haven’t updated the name on all of my frequent flyer miles, and it’s just a matter of time until you notice how many flights I haven’t actually received credit for. You claim I wait until the last minute to do the simplest of tasks, and you’re probably right.
It’s just something I do.
You, however, take care of things immediately. I’ll always admire that, too. You also take care of too much, too often. You straighten our pictures on the staircase walls, you adjust the position of our vases on our television stand, and you rearrange the coasters on our coffee table every time I fix them.
Those are just some things you do.
Looking back at the last four years of our lives makes me smile. We have a fun, loving relationship that is only getting stronger as time passes by.
We have good days, and I love those. We have bad days, and I learn from those. We have struggles, and we grow from those, too.
You are my very best friend. You are my rock. You are my partner in crime, and I will always have a fantastic life with you.
Thank you for being my husband, and here’s to another year of you being you, me being me, and us being us.
I love you, Scotty.