In a few short weeks, my husband and I will celebrate being together for ten years. It is amazing to think that this day has come. When we were younger we whispered plans of being together forever, vows sealed with shy kisses. Now, a decade later, and saddled down with a mortgage, a house forever in need of repair, two children and all the responsibilities that those things entail life seems less romantic than what we’d once envisioned.
I’m sure that’s a story quite common to most of you. Somehow our dreams never quite match our reality. Nonetheless, my husband J and I have been together for a decade. That is a remarkable accomplishment, it seems to me. I’ve put up with all his annoying habits—leaving dirty clothes on the counter, not closing drawers, turning every light on the house on. I’m sure he’d tell you that he’s learned to tolerate more than a few of mine.
We’ve been through harder things, too: unemployment, post partum depression, losing a child. Raising children should have its own section. Together, we are raising two daughters. Our oldest is three and our youngest is twenty months. We have gotten one out of diapers, and made it through skinned knees, hurt feelings, and lost binkies. We’ve endured the damage kids do on our possessions—broken video games, drowned dvds. We’ve also gotten through quite a few scares that reminded us how precious life is.
No matter what the future brings, I hope for nothing so wonderful as another ten years with the man I love. Together, we can face anything life chooses to throw at us! We have in the past, and we will continue to be united in our future!
Here’s to you, honey, and our decade of love!