You found me
When no one else was lookin'
How did you know just where I would be?
Yeah, you broke through
All of my confusion
The ups and the downs
And you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
You found me

-- Kelly Clarkson, "You Found Me"

I heard that song on the way this morning and it reminded me again of just how lucky I am.  Today is my second anniversary with Irish. 

We met online on this date back in 2004, and he spent the first several months trying to break down my walls.  I resisted any and all attempts to have a relationship, and then one day, at my lowest point, he found where I was hiding.

He said things to me that made me realize that he got me on a level few people ever have.  He understood where my pain came from, and the things that kept me from letting people in.  He not only knew, but he spoke as if he understood.  Because he does.

And so, he married me, at the courthouse, two years ago today.  Elopement was my idea, but he didn't resist.  I just wanted the paper, I didn't need the white dress or the flowers.

Our first year was a struggle for me.  I was adjusting to a new place, a new job and a new life.  I am his second wife, and that was hard for me.  I didn't know how to be married, or how to be a wife.  Turns out when you stop trying so hard, it's actually pretty easy.

We celebrated last night, because our anniversary falls today.  We spent the day together and then had a quiet dinner out.  Nothing spectacular.  It's just the anniversary of the day we got married, but it's just another day in our marriage.

Every day he makes me smile or laugh, and I try to do the same for him.  We talk, we share, and our marriage is good.  Every day it is good.  So every day is a celebration.

Originally posted here: http://www.cliopatra.net/?p=395