It's been 4 months since I got married.  Four months of happiness.  Of see-you-later kisses before departing for work.  Four months of compromise on who is going to wash dishes, which movie should we watch, and laughing until our stomachs hurt.  There are those moments however, that are much bigger.  So big they fill your heart with inexplicable bursts of love.   

I can't seem to describe it at all, what I do know is that when it happens, it's incredible.  For the first time in our marriage, at four months, I experienced it.  My husband ran his first 10k and I felt like the proudest wife in the whole world.  You see, my husband is actually really good at following his dreams and reaching his goals, so this proud moment shouldn't have been new to me.  But for some reason, at 7am that Saturday morning, I couldn't stop telling him how proud I was.  And still am.