Monday, November 9, 2009
9 years ago we met in the National Guard.
7 years ago we were handfasted.
We lost a pregnancy. We bought a house. We had a baby. He was activated and went to Iraq for a year. We had another baby. We dealt with depression, with stress, with lack of money, with long hours at work, with chronic illness.
We comforted each other, we drove each other crazy. We laughed together, we yelled at each other. We had adventures together, and we argued over who should wash the dishes.
A marriage is so many things, and is possibly the most difficult relationship you will ever have. He is the sandpaper of my life, rubbing me into a smoother, wiser, more mature person. And he is the witness who sees the most accurately who I am, as I change over time.
Happy Anniversary, my dear. Here's to many more years of ups and downs and fulfilling our dreams and experiencing the unexpected. Together.