Married for four years, but it feels like more.

Four years is not a very long time, but I've come to see that it's not the number of years but the memories within those years that make that ultimately makes it feel short or long.

Lorena and I got married four years ago today on a somewhat humid, rainy day in Austin, Texas. It was right in the middle of the pandemic, so the wedding itself was a “micro-wedding” (at least that's what the venue sold it to us as). I think there were 12–15 people there total.

That day feels like forever ago. Maybe it's because since then we've moved two times. We've been through the other side of a pandemic, health scares, professional transitions, countless family visits, vacations, and more.

Through it all, wehave grown closer. We've learned more about each other and about ourselves. I find that with each passing month, I love something else about her. I appreciate her for who she is and the qualities she exhibits on a daily basis.

Next year is the big “number five”. It's easy to get caught up in those obvious milestones, but I don't want to overlook these first four years and just how special they have been.

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