Four years ago Mike and I were in a little town in the middle-of-nowhere Scotland with some of our closest family and friends to celebrate our marriage. A child was in the back of my mind; way, way, way in the back of my mind. We spent our days in Scotland drinking too much, hiking, and avoiding the dozens of sheep that occupied the sparse roads. I was 23! Without a job, living in a cheap apartment, a year out of college. Mike was about to start his career as a police officer. It seems so long ago yet in the scheme of things, it was really just the other day.
Last night we went out for our four-year wedding anniversary at El Gaucho to dine on some delicious steak. Our friends who are expecting their first babe watched Collin and were shocked to see us return about an hour and a half later. Sad I know. We originally thought we'd see a movie but after dinner we were both exhausted. In our past life we would've gone to a bar, had a couple more drinks, stayed out past midnight without a second thought, but now sleeping in our comfy bed sounded much more appealing (especially when you have a 530am wake-up call who demands food).
I laugh when I hear about people who get pregnant to save their marriage. A baby can be a huge obstacle that's placed between two people whose lives used to only revolve around each other. Thankfully our marriage has stayed strong and we had the chance to go on some baby-free adventures before Collin. I've learned what real love is in my marriage with Mike. It's not some fairy tale where you live happily ever after that's for sure. It's work, but it's worth it to wake up next to the person who helps things make sense in a crazy world. And I couldn't have hoped for a better father to my son.
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