Can you guys believe I forgot to post a super sentimental, mushy post about my third year’s wedding anniversary? I don’t even know what to say. It truly, truly feels like just yesterday I got married.
年关将至，似乎快到飘雪的季节，空气中有一点点冬天的感觉，让人很是怀旧 – 大二的时候，徐先森每周末从南京西北角的南审辗转到东南角的南财，一眨眼，好多年过去了。
Every December the whether is just turning cold and there’s a feeling in the air- a little bit of winter, but a little bit of nostalgia too- remembering what it felt like, so many years ago, to fall in love.
When I think about the little anniversaries in our life, our first date, our first kiss, the first time we said “I love you”, I think I might enjoy these small markers even more than our wedding anniversary. These things are the things we’ve built everything on. And later, the first time I introduced him to my family; our first weekend away, our first fight.I of course don’t have most of these dates jotted down, but when I think back to them, I can pull them out of the depths of the past decade and recall specific details if I try hard enough. The skirt I wore. I can even remember what he write in the letter from him.
To have someone who sees you and gets you and accepts you, who has seen the very worst parts of you, who has been everything to you, and who has let you be you, to be the best you you didn’t even know was inside of you…that is a special, special thing. 3 years represents so much- hard work and good times (and bad times) and everything in between. It’s a period of great growth and change. It’s a deep, passionate, quiet, comfortable love. It’s holding someone in your arms, in all of their flawed imperfection, and saying “I see you. All of you. And I love you all the same.”