Today is our five year wedding anniversary, and I woke up realizing we have spent three of those years dealing with infertility. It's the last thing we could have imagined on the day we said, "I do," and shoved cake into each others faces. Our in our case, cupcakes.
It feels so long ago. We had such different expectations of how our first five years of marriage was going to go, and yet we've learned more about what it means to be married--in the good times and bad. Our families also had such different expectations. After getting married, the next natural life milestone is a family. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage, right? Not for us. I remember how after being married for two years my dad kept asking where his grandchildren were. Now he knows. Hopefully, they are soon to be growing in a little dish in a lab in LA.
Now Noah and I take each day one step at a time. Social expectations and pressures don't mean anything to us anymore, because they can't. We just don't fit in. I guess in a way it's kind of freeing? I don't know. But today we celebrate our survival of this, and we both appreciate each others strength and determination more than ever. We recognize that every couple is on their own life path and that ours has its own twists and turns. We never thought we'd have to dodge bullets and lions and tigers and bears and landmines--but we have, and we can, and we will continue to do so together.
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