Six years ago today, I got married. Deep down, I knew that something didn’t feel right, but I walked down the aisle anyway, and the rest is history.
Five years ago today, I was camping with my then-husband and his siblings. Our marriage was a complete nightmare, but I didn’t yet see a way out.
Four years ago today, I mourned July 3rd, which was no longer my wedding anniversary, but rather the day on which I had married the wrong man.
Three years ago today, I got the best news of my life. My then-boyfriend (now-husband), Josh, and I were pregnant, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Two years ago today, I was in tiny Circle, Montana—hometown of my in-laws—introducing Linnea to my husband’s extended family.
One year ago today, I was vacationing and family-reunioning (new word) in a beautiful mountain getaway with Josh, Linnea, and Josh’s sisters and their families.
Today, I am hanging out with two amazing kids and eagerly awaiting the return of their daddy, who has been away at a wedding in Alaska for three days.
July 3rd is no longer a sad day for me, but I will probably always use it as a benchmark of sorts—a reminder to look around, to take stock, and to be thankful for how far I’ve come.
Have a happy and safe holiday!
I Want to Know
- What dates have special meaning for you, whether positive or negative?
- If, like me, you’ve been through a divorce (or another painful loss), how long did it take for significant dates to get easier?