It's the length of time that a person goes from a tiny, helpless infant to a full grown adult, hopefully capable of flushing the toilet after himself and picking up his own socks.
Today is the day that I've been married to the Hubster for eighteen years.
It's been a wild ride. When we met, I had just turned 19 four days before. We dated for two weeks, were engaged for sixteen days, and married. When I walked down the aisle - wait, there was no aisle, I was married at the JP's house with two witnesses - I literally had no idea what I was doing. I had no idea how to be a wife, no idea of the amount of compromise that I'd need to do, the arguments that we'd have, the literal thrill of welcoming new humans into the world together, the millions of dishes we'd talk over, and the depth and breadth of conversations we'd share, especially late at night and first thing in the morning - not my best time. Not to mention the number of shampoo bottles, soap bars, tubs of peanut butter and jugs of grape juice - staggering, that.
We've been through some of the toughest times that two people could possibly go through and still be functional human beings. When I think back on some of those issues, it makes me shudder. It made us both stronger people, and we've melded into a fantastic couple.
See how young we were? I couldn't ever drink!