Kelli H: 3 Years and going strong.. Happy Anniversary

It's been 7.5 years that I've been with my true love. The laughs, the fights, the ups and downs... It's all been worth it. Today, however, is even more special to me.

3 years ago, I married my best friend during a beautiful beach sunrise. It was the mot beautiful day I can ever recall (besides the birth of my kids)

This day was witnessed by our immediate family and a couple of dearest friends. It could not have been more perfect.

This September is a very special anniversary for me, because this year has really been super trying. Selling our house and looking for a new one, being in the neighborhood we were in, cars breaking down, and just outrageous stress really pushed our buttons and our marriage... almost to the breaking point.

Our constant fighting (which was a result of us having no other outlet of anger, frustration, etc) got the better of us and we somewhat separated. It was nothing that either of us wanted, but the stress of everything else exploded into our marriage and caused such a friction that were at a loss. Outside forces had us believing the WE were he problem... that WE were each others enemy.

After being apart for 2 days (yes, only 2...) we came to our senses. But it was still going to be a while before he came home, as he was already in Arkansas. We spent about a week apart. I cancelled all showings for the house and the kids and I stayed at my parents house a couple days. It as the worst week.

When he came home... it was like a scene straight out of a romantic movie... but I won't bore you with all the details ;)

We have only let that split define us because it truly made us stronger. It made our relationship more loving. It made our friendship more honest. Every single outside force, that could possibly be designed to tear us apart... Has only made us realize why we are together in the first place. We may have given in to those forces, but we quickly come to our senses.

Everyone should be so lucky to have love worth fighting for. I hear some people say, "Love should never be difficult". Bull Shit! If love were easy, the world we know would be apple pies and rose petals.

When he hugs me, I feel his warmth. When he kisses me, I still get weak in my knees. When he looks at me, I still blush. Even when he smacks my butt (in a non-sectional way... geez people, get your head out of the gutter LOL), I giggle like a school girl with a crush. And yes, the bedroom aspect of our life is like a fine wine... It is SO much better with age! But we can also fight like Rousey and Tate, but with better sportsmanship afterwards... lol

I fall in love with this man over and over again, constantly. He is my best friend. He is my confidant. He is my true love. And I am all those things to him.