On our first date, we talked all night – literally. Within weeks, we were head over heels in love. Within months (well, 14 to be exact), we were married. Just over a year later, we had sold two homes, built a new house and had a baby. Four years later, we were a family of five, by birth and adoption. Whirlwind doesn’t begin to describe it.
From that first night, we knew we had found something special. And that feeling has never wavered.
As anyone who’s been married for more than two minutes knows, it’s easy to be in love in those heady, early days of a romance. But the true measure of love is walking hand-in-hand through the big and small decisions, through the joys and challenges of parenthood (and the sleep deprivation of the early years), through the disagreements and the hard-fought compromises, through the loss of loved ones, through the petty annoyances and mundane routine of day-to-day life. Having a good laugh helps too.
And so we have.
Twelve years in and the love we share is stronger than it was on September 29, 2001. I can’t imagine a better person to share my life with. To raise a family with. To grow old and grey with. So here’s to my best friend and my love on our anniversary.