Today is Day of the Dead. Today is also my four year anniversary. Four years ago I was absolutely out of my mind nervous at my impending marriage “ceremony”. I had only moved to Reno a few months before and I dove right into marrying Jeremy like my life depended on it. If I had to do it over I wouldn`t change a thing. I would marry him again and again, despite the ups and downs of the last four years. Time has both flown and stood still amidst the madness, love, heartache, laughter, and challenges that our marriage has endured.
I`m not sure if I`ll get to talk to my husband or not today, as the phone situation is precarious at best. He has been off of disciplinary for over a month and the one call a month to one call a week status has just been set into motion. I know that on this day I will think of him, though, and remember how brief and packed full of nerves our little exchange of vows was back in 2009. He was so nervous he was sweaty and could barely look at me. That was endearing and amusing to me as I made light of his profuse perspiration. I was all nerves but like a duck as usual, calm on the surface but kicking underneath. The way they had it set up, I got to visit with my husband after like a normal visiting day. The only thing that was different was that we both had rings.
I would like to personally thank my friends and family for being so supportive. No one in my inner most circle has ever thought my marrying Jeremy in prison was silly or otherwise a bad idea. When I told them, they were just happy for me. We didn`t have any family at the ceremony, at my request, but I hope that one day we can get married proper in front of all of the people who have supported our love.
Happy Anniversary, mi amor.