One of my best friends emailed me from England today asking how married life is. Truthfully, we've had one of the roughest starts you can probably have. I ended up in the hospital 3 days after returning from our honeymoon, and was admitted for about a week for an internal rupture that caused abdominal bleeding. I have since spent at least 1-2 days a week at a doctor, specialist or in the ER for additional issues. It has been unbelievably scary, frustrating and not to mention freakin' expensive. At the current moment, I seem to be ok but I'm in a constant state of "lets wait a week or two and see if this works" with the doctors.
I know that I would be ok going through this on my own, but I have been so unbelievably blessed to have Ryan by my side. He has been my optimism when I'm frustrated with everything, my shoulder to cry on, and my advocate when I couldn't be one for myself (like the time the first hospital aka the bad one we'll never go to again left me in the hallway on an ambulance stretcher for an hour and a half). He has gone above and beyond to make sure that I have the right foods to eat (currently I've been assigned the non-gluten, non-corn, non-alcohol, non-caffine, non-dairy, and non-chocolate diet by the GI docs), sat through numerous girly movies when I've been stuck in bed, brought flowers for me to make me smile, and has even dealt with me taking my frustrations with everything out on him when I'm so tired and angry at not feeling better.
When we said in sickness and in health, we never thought we'd have to act on it this soon. R has seen me at my absolute worst, but still manages to wake up every morning and look at me the way he did in that picture. I probably tell him 20 times a day how much I love him, but it still never seems like enough. So while our start to married life hasn't been easy, it still has managed to be the best experience ever.