I just celebrated my eighteenth anniversary. The hubs and I have been together for as long as we were with our own parents and siblings. I never thought this day would come, simply because I never thought I would be this old. And truthfully, the world being what it is, how many marriages last half this long?
But we have! And what's better, I can honestly say that I love him more today than I did on our wedding day eighteen years ago.
The roller-coaster of daily life will do that to you. As we plummet, dip, bank, or climb, it's nice to have a companion to cling to. And when that companion is rock-solid, and can endure my screams with patience and understanding, of course my love for him will deepen.
We have a lot of fun together. He lives to travel. (I actually meant to type 'He loves to travel, but he lives to travel too.)
We have had some of the greatest adventures together! I love that he gets restless every now and then. So restless in fact, that after spending the week of Spring Break in Mexico and arriving back home at 10:00 at night after a full day of traveling, he immediately got on the computer to see how many frequent flyer miles he had and where we could go next. I dig this about him - my husband of eighteen years.
Here's to eighteen + more years together!
Here's to more adventures.
And dare I say, more roller-coaster rides!
The man is a blessing! I don't know how I got so lucky!
-Sylva Leining
