Matthew Miller Happy 19th wedding Anniversary to the man who has seen me at my absolute hottest… and also crouched on the bathroom floor at 2am praying to god that “I will never drink again just please make the puking stop!”

Nineteen years.

NINETEEN?! What?!

That is nearly two decades of us somehow surviving on sarcasm, caffeine, inappropriate humor, stubbornness and love.

We started this marriage as babies pretending to be adults. We had no clue what we were doing. We were basically just two feral people in love saying, “Yeah sure, forever sounds manageable.” “we can plan a wedding for less than that! How about we do that?!” -Matt (literally how he proposed folks!)

And somehow… it has been manageable and we indeed planned that wedding for less!!!

We have built a whole life together. Three incredible kids who are literally different fragments of our personalities running around in separate bodies causing chaos ALL OF THE TIME! A home full of noise, laughter, stress, dirty laundry, inside jokes, and at least one of us asking, “huh” until death do us part!

You have loved me through every version of myself: the confident one,

the exhausted one,

the overwhelmed one, the sad lonely depressed one, the “I’m reinventing my entire life at 11pm on a Tuesday” one,

and the one who says she doesn’t want fries then eats half of yours with absolutely no shame.

And somehow after all this time, you still look at me like I’m the hottest woman in the room even when I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt, no bra, hair looking like I lost a fight with a ceiling fan, ranting about groceries costing seventeen thousand dollars and about how much work stresses me out!

Marriage after 19 years isn’t constant romance and soft music. It’s surviving life together. It’s dirty jokes in the kitchen! It’s laughing so hard we can’t breathe. It’s surviving stress, heartbreak, teenagers, work exhaustion, and still finding time to smack each other’s ass walking through the hallway like hormonally unstable teenagers!

Matt, You are still my safest place.

Still my favorite person.

Still the one I want beside me when life gets hard.

And still the only man alive who can annoy me so deeply I consider arson… while also making me laugh five minutes later.

Thank you for loving me through every beautiful, messy, complicated year.

I’d choose you again every single time. ❤️