I had to pull out the calculator to figure this out. It sucks to get old, and the parts of my brain that spell out "Math, yo! Over here!" have apparently dried up and blown away.
Twenty two years ago we were married.
We met each other November 18. We got engaged November 20. We were married on December 16.
No, I was not pregnant - but thanks for asking. Lots of people did, don't worry about it, you aren't alone. Nik wasn't born until we'd been married 2+ years.
Being married is RIDICULOUSLY HARD. We almost never see eye to eye on anything, and being that both of us are type A control freaks - it can get ugly up in here. I have to overlook lots of stuff. So does he. We have days that are so awesome they should be framed, and days that suck so, so hard that the best thing about them is the ability to say exactly what I'm feeling with a tremendous door slam. And a scream. Or two.
Not that I've ever done that, mind you.
But, despite those faults - and, trust me, there's a TON on both sides - he still makes me laugh. He's still the first person that I want to tell when something good - or bad - happens, and he's still the one that I rely on, more than anything else. He works harder than any man I know, helps me when I'm struggling, and is just a nice, kind, all around good guy who will give you the shirt off his back and always takes the lesser half - as is evidenced by the fact that the man desperately needs new shirts for work and yet, they never seem to be a priority.
I loved this, found on Pinterest and attributed to Bob Marley:
Happy Anniversary, babe. I love you - and here's to 22 more years.