Wow, I cannot believe our second year of marriage has come and gone. Two years ago, I stood in the back of a church, waiting for the doors to open, waiting for forever. We had nothing but each other, no money, no time, and my college degree still in the making. I read this week that the symbol for our second wedding anniversary is cotton; and, I want to write what that means to me and our marriage.

The Cotton.

I thought this year was going to be different, I thought that the cotton would represent the birth of our sweet baby girl; but, God had a different plan for us. Just like us, cotton fibers are adaptable, strong when woven together, and long lasting; no matter what storms were thrown our way, we found a way out, to a new and different us. To a new us, whose foundation for marriage is based on God, not what the world throws our way. To a new us, who bands together every workday to weave together the legacies a new bride and groom share. To a new us, whose hearts beat together to create a legacy all our own.

Places Traveled: Kansas City, Missouri; Washington, D.C.; Chattanooga, Tennessee; Walt Disney World; Cozumel & Progresso, Mexico; St. Simons Island, Georgia; Athens & Santorini, Greece

xoxo, rebecca

(See our first year anniversary post here).