Three years gone.
I mark these anniversaries not out of sadness or out of celebration.
I mark them because it shouldn’t be forgotten.
I should remember where I was.
The young woman I left behind,
her fears and her failings.
I wasn’t escaping her, just growing into her next version.
If it hadn’t happened,
if the thread hadn’t been pulled on fourteen years of marriage,
I wouldn’t be here now.
I wouldn’t be the mom, the friend, the woman, I am today.
So today is marked, looking back with respect for the process that brought me here.
I thank God for the gifts of this journey.
I thank God for the gift of this life.