Four Years - and Fifty Months

Four years. That is how long I have been the happiest I have ever been. Four years since I started the hardest but most rewarding chapter of my life. Four years of laughter, tears, and love.

On January 10th, Dillon and I celebrated our four year anniversary (but I'm guessing you already figured that out). Unfortunately, it was another anniversary spent apart. We decided not to get anything for each other since his birthday, Christmas, the wedding, etc. had just happened. But of course, he completely surprised me and sent me a small gift basket that included a balloon, chocolates, and the most adorable bird figurine. It was small but it meant so much to me. Actually, when I saw it, I burst into tears. Like full on sobbing. It was just so sweet that he thought to send me something after we told each other we wouldn't be buying gifts this year. That, and it broke my heart that we were apart yet again for another big event in our lives. But oh well. That night we Skyped and ate, drank, and watched TV together. A couple of his friends came in and serenaded me by playing the guitar and singing Wagon Wheel by Darius Rucker. I had a stupid smile on my face the entire time, it was actually super sweet.

I love you Dillon. Here is to the fifth chapter of our lives together; let it be filled with more love and more happiness than ever.

Also, a couple days ago was our 50th monthaversary. I know that seems like a silly thing to be happy about seeing as how we just celebrated our four year. But after reading this post I don't have any shame in it. Fifty months is a long ass time!! I don't think monthaversaries should be celebrated to the same extent as anniversaries, but I love that we exchange little "happy monthaversary, I love you!" texts. We should celebrate the small things in life. And especially with a long distance relationship, I think we should celebrate every. single. day. I'm not saying that we struggle to stay together every day, but oh my gosh, long distance relationships are the epitome of hopping on the struggle bus. Not trying to get pity or anything, but it's hard being apart from the one you love more than anything in the world. I know that there are some good things about being in a long distance relationship, but I would trade those any day to finally be with Dillon permanently. So here is to celebrating the small things - the years, the months, and the days!