Twenty four years is a long time.
I was newly 20. And I do mean newly.
He was not. He was older, divorced, with children - and people thought we were both crazy. My brother in law still tells me that.
But, despite it all, we've stayed together - even when the odds were overwhelmingly not in our favor.
I'm a difficult person to live with. I like my own way, like my own things, and am frequently impatient and intolerant. I have control issues.
He's not perfect either.
But together, we are pretty damned good.
Happy 24th Anniversary, Babe.