The definition of comfort is: a state of physical ease or to bring cheer to.
This is a perfect way to describe how I felt as soon as I walked into our living room apartment back in D.C.
Pure ease and cheer overcame me. I smiled at how clean everything was and how everything had it's own place. I almost shouted Hallelujah when I exclaimed to Adam that we only had to unpack 5 bags of things and not unpack-and-move-in to our place for the how many times would that be?
2011 was a year that was packed with some pretty intense things. Things that I am grateful I had Adam by my side for, and that I could be at his. Last week we celebrated our 6th Wedding Anniversary. It was quiet and simple and just what we needed. Time to slowly sip ginger ale at dinner to calm our little growing baby, time to flirt and laugh and not know what is going on around us in the crowd.
I am so glad that I spied Adam down the hall in the Operating Room when we worked there together.
I have no shame in "by chance" being country dancing the same night he was, when I hadn't been in a year.
I love Park City and all of the romance that budded there.
I adore that Adam, only Adam, calls me Annie.
I feel indebted to him for the past year of him taking care of me during the first trimester...two times.
My heart melts when our girls are with their daddy, and it brings me ineffable joy.
In our six years of marriage we have moved way more than 6 times, one or both of us has been in school during our entire marriage (but the school part is quickly coming to a close!), we have been pregnant 6 times, we have had two priceless little girls that have won our hearts over time and time again, we have had 6 jobs on and off between us, and we flew across the country 6 times this past year.
Through all of the wild, uncertainty of this year, Adam (and our girls) was my constant.
I look forward with more of that soothing comfort that he will always be next to me.
I love you babe!