It's hard to believe that 17 years have passed since The Spouse and I exchanged vows in a funky, home made, hybrid wedding ceremony one June morning. I remember a lot of frenzied planning leading up to that day, but what we've learned since is that it's the marriage, not the wedding, that matters.
I am blessed to be married to a man who is endlessly patient, incredibly kind, wonderfully creative, and surprisingly wise for his years. He is a marvelous father, and a loving son. Yes,he's forgetful but he pays attention to the details that really matter in a way that sometimes astounds me. We've watched quite a few couples falter in recent years and had a few good fights of our own, but never have I doubted that we'd be together forever.
One of my deepest desires is that each of my children will be blessed to find someone who can be partner, lover, and best friend in the way my sweetie has been to me.
A dear friend offered to take all the kids from "lunchtime to lunchtime" and we've yet to make our plans. But it hardly matters what we do as long as we have some uninterrupted time together. There's no one I'd rather spend that time with.