There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.
— C.S Lewis
As of today we’ve been married for one year, which means today is our paper anniversary. I’ve heard people say that the first year is the easiest, and others say that it’s the hardest. In my experience it wasn’t all that different from the previous two years we were together: full of happiness, laughter, and a tiny bit of hard work. About two weeks after we started dating back in 2007 I posted the following:
“New boyfriend = excellent. Sends flowers, etc. Better than advertised.”
I was still skeptical at the time, and had no idea of just how excellent he would turn out to be. I feel like the luckiest woman on the planet. Here’s to many, many more anniversaries…