So this morning I was sitting outside eating some breakfast and enjoying how warm it was for a mid-September day. The temperature, breeze and feeling took me back five years ago to the day when Megan and I were married. It was a beautiful almost summer-like day then as well, and I remember waking up in our apartment (I was staying there because we were already paying rent and I didn't want to feel like I was wasting that rent money, because, I'm cheap) around ten in the a.m. and heading down to the temple to meet Megan. It was one of the most amazing feelings I've ever had. I draw on this memory when others ask me how I knew that Megan was the one I was supposed to marry. I always tell people that "it just felt right, and never felt wrong." I was so calm that day. I am guilty of being a complete under-thinker, meaning I never invest too much thought into things in life. Call it a strength or a weakness, I just don't think things through, so as to not psyche myself out I guess. Megan, on the other hand, can be a little more analytical, which is a definite strength of hers. It helps us out of sticky situations I get us into by under-thinking. Anyway, I also ramble on excessively. I still love to dwell on the feeling I had on our wedding day, because Megan and I getting married seemed so natural. I could say that I was under-thinking, but I'd be lying. We both knew exactly what we were doing. I remember dating her and praying about our relationship and taking all of those steps I thought important, but when it came down to it, Megan and I being together was just right, period. So when I think about how calm we both were that morning and entire day, and how natural everything felt, and has felt since, I am reassured of our love and happiness together.
Now, after five years, Megan and I have been through enough to prove those sound feelings to be true. We have had our ups and downs, but overall we keep moving up, and I owe so much of that to Megan and her happy, positive attitude and just the way that she makes life so fun.
So here's to the last five sweet years, and to many more. Love you Megs. Happy Fifth.