Last night, as I lay there, with your head on my shoulder, I looked up at those pictures we took last February. The ones where we went in the river, despite it being 3 below, and we looked so happy.
I wonder what the Me of 12 months past would think if she could see us now?
It made me smile, because remembering how we used to be, and seeing us now, there is no doubt in my mind that it was all worth it.
When you kissed me goodbye this morning as you left for work, and told me you loved me, it made me smile more, because I realised the past me would be proud of how far we've come. It's been a hard 12 months baby, but I'm so glad I get the chance to spend the next 12 with you at my side.
I love you.