Those Full Three Years.

Of loving. Of learning. Of laughing.  Of crying. Of arguing. Of hugging.  Of kissing. Of reminding. Of sorting. Of compromising.  Of struggling.  Of silliness.  Of wrestling.  Of falling head over heels in love, and at times, pushing away. 

Because love is just that. 

At first it's that lust of love. That yearning to dive deep into the others skin.  Then heart. Then soul.  

And we watched you navigate the new love into something incomprehensible.  Navigating through sickness and health without those vows read outloud. It was out of unselfish love from her. And for you Kris as you struggled with image.  Baldness.  Sickness.  Tears. Skinny.  

You held on to one another. 

I can remember one night after checking out of your 3rd round of a weeks long stay of chemo, and you could hardly keep your eyes open, and yet she tucked you in her little white car. A trunk full of blankets and those ever so important meds.  

You'd both drive off into the darkness of the night and I just stood there crying into Bill's shoulder.  For many reasons, but it broke my heart to see you both navigate through that.  

Jen drove in one HUGE circle each day for you.  As you'd do for her.  You both offer bits of love to one another.  Your silly ways, her devoted ways. Her love for you is real. As I know by the look in your eyes just how much you love her.  I can remember your face light up when she'd arrive at the hospital.  Her smile would light up the room. Most especially for you. 

Love is a wild thing.  Staying in love is the trick. It's finding the balance of what the other likes and while moving through the chapters helping the other succeed.  

Join me in wishing these two a big HAPPY THREE YEARS anniversary!  Three years with so many chapter pages filled all the way up! 

You two make me so proud!  Much love and all my wishes to you both for chasing dreams.  For cleaning up after one another, even at times I'm sure the mess was all the dogs.  Or that cute kitchen of yours, I'm quite sure it's had its fair share of fish slime that didn't quite make the cut. 

Or the hair strewn around because beauty just works like that.  Or the articles of clothing that gets shuffled from one table to the next because you are working, and living, and working out, and taking care of 3 dogs, and resting, and loving.  

Your love looks good.  On both of you.  

 I hope I get to witness it for many many oh, so many years to come. 

--Love is not about how much you say "I love you" but how much you can prove it is true--

This Mama Lisa

May 2014