Love isn’t easy. Love is dirty and messy, full of angry words and hot tears, wrapped in frustrations and anxieties and the occasional desire to punch something. But that’s all part of being passionate about something, and love is definitely passion. It’s also warmth and security, desire and laughter. It’s knowing that even when they’re driving you insane, you wouldn’t give them up for anything.
This past weekend was my and my husband’s sixth anniversary. That means that it’s been six years since I married my best friend. It’s been six years of love and laughter, teasing and torture, and I wouldn’t do a second of it any differently.
Some say love is a battlefield. And oh, what a glorious battle it is.