8 Years Married in Days of My Destiny

Yesterday was 8 years since mine and L's wedding day. The night before, we fell asleep all sweet and cosy, me with my face, nestled in his neck, his soft touch lulling me into a deep sleep. And this is the way our marriage is. Sometimes we're too exhausted and we simply drop our heavy bodies into bed, turn our own ways and crash. Other times, it's as beautiful and gentle and loving as what we've always known. Lovemaking isn't required, only love is. 8 years. We looked back at what we were doing in our lives every two years since we married.

March 2006 - Got married. Lived in mum and dad's house while they were overseas. Cheap as chips rent, he was an apprentice, I became a uni student.

March 2008 - We had just had our first baby. Still renting, but in a new place. Technically the first place we could call our own. Still studying and working.

March 2010 - We had just travelled around the world with our toddler and had just found out we were expecting our second child. Now living in our own home, one we purchased and cared for and cherished.

March 2012 - We had recently moved to a town of 1000 people in the northwest region of New South Wales, with our two babies in tow. We knew not a soul.

March 2014 - We are now living 17kms out of that town, with no neighbours around us. This is what most people would call The Bush.

Success is ours, you know why? Because to us, another word for Success is HAPPINESS.

And that man sure makes me happy, and I make him happy, and in between those two things, we make sure that we are happy as individuals. And so it works.

We went out for dinner last night. It wasn't necessarily glamorous, but we dressed up nicely. I wore a dress that was a bit over the top for the place we went to, but it doesn't matter, we are in our own bubble. I put on some make-up and the girls actually behaved - which is always a sign these days that dinner has gone well. We thought of going up to a lookout after dinner, and we could've, except that it wouldn't have been as special as we were already anticipating, because Little L was starting to get tired. So we opted to get in the car and go home.

And you know what? That's what marriage consists of. All the mundane, boring decisions that go against what you REALLY want to do. Choosing what's best for EVERYONE. Sure, our marriage is OURS and not our girls', but they are a part of us, and for that reason, we chose Option B. Besides, we were tired anyway. We pretty well put the girls to bed and then sat on the couches in the back verandah, half asleep, lol. And we're both okay with that.

Just this morning I read a quote, it says, "Every new day is the new best day of my life."

And it is :)