This morning marks one year since I said “I do” again.
Even though I always knew I wanted to be married again, it was still a scary decision to actually do it.
To take that risk.
To be vulnerable.
But I am so glad that I did.
We celebrated our anniversary this past Friday with a room on the 55th floor of the Westin downtown. As we watched the Atlanta traffic from the vantage point of our room, I told Brock about my obsession with the fluid dynamics theory of traffic, a viewpoint my ex always teased me about. Brock not only didn’t make fun of me, he agreed. And we even had some fun watching and observing the arterial flow from 600 feet above.
Later that night, after an amazing dinner at the Sun Dial, we watched some of Princess Bride from our bed. That was my favorite movie in high school and one my ex and I watched countless times together. And Brock didn’t even get mad at me for quoting the entire movie. Inconceivable.
I realized much of what I mourned at the end of the first marriage was not so much the loss of him but the loss of the shared history. The memories and the moments.
And what I’m now realizing is that those memories and moments can be built again. That they can exist apart from my ex.
That I didn’t lose as much as I thought.
And that what I have gained is worth more than what is gone.
I believe in marking moments. In recognizing landmarks and anniversaries. It’s a way of remembering. Of experiencing gratitude. And celebrating the good.
It’s a reminder to treasure the moments because someday they may only be memories.
Thank you all for all the kind words about Tuesday’s post. I hope the kiddos and fuzzballs enjoyed the extra love. I know mine did.