I am still so deeply moved by marriage.

I’m looking at our wedding photos and just remembering so much. We look happy. We look like kids! It was only three months ago, but it already feels so far away. Like a story I heard once.


It’s a terrifying thing to be known. Truly known. My husband knows me like that, and he might be the only one who does. I hide a lot from the world. My jagged edges, my fear, my anger. He’s a witness to all of it. He knows every bruised and broken part of me; he knows how afraid I am, of everything, all the time.

And he loves me anyway.

There is something unfathomable there. To be known and loved anyway. That the one who sees you embraces and doesn’t turn away.

I deeply hope that we can always love like this.

bridge photo