June 9 is my wedding anniversary. This year marks 21 years.
I became a wife at 21 years of age; I was 2 months from being 22. So sometime in this year of marriage, I’ll pass into the time of life when I’ll have been married longer than I have not. That’s an interesting concept. I will soon have lived with my husband longer than I lived with my mother, father and sister.
When you live with someone day in/day out for 21 years, you know him and he knows you. There are things you cannot possibly comprehend on your wedding day. If I become fatally ill, how will he handle it? If I make a huge mistake, if I’m tempted and I succumb, will he offer forgiveness? Sure, you can say, “love will get us through. . . . anything.” But I’ve come to realize that nothing is guaranteed. Marriage is a long term investment. It’s risky because so much can happen.
It’s a commitment. It’s a promise. It’s an “I do.” Even when you feel like “I don’t.” Because the story needs to keep going. There are more chapters to write. Even if they’re short chapters, or dull chapters, or chapters filled with the adventure of a lifetime.
My greatest accomplishment is the story of Chip.and.Deb. It includes a lot of places, thousands of miles, 2 lovely children, a pesky pet, some under cooked dinners, a few financial blunders, and a car accident in the snow. And…..so….. much…. more. I look forward to year 22, and 23 and all the rest.