Lucky 13

It boggles my mind that 13 years ago today I said "I do" to the most amazing man I have been fortunate enough to meet. It seems like yesterday we were planning our wedding, choosing menu selections and picking out flowers.

And here we are, 13 years later, suburban homeowners, 2 kids, firmly entrenched in middle age.

Where did the time go?

My husband is my best friend and although we get caught up in the day to day minutiae of house/kids/bills/work, I sometimes have to stop and remind myself that the man who shares my bed each night is still the funniest, smartest, cleverest, most thoughtful person on the planet.

Some friends comment on how little husband-bashing I engage in. Another says that she thinks my husband and I are the happiest couple she knows. Is our marriage perfect? Far from it. Does it need work? Always. Do we quit when things get tough. Never.

When things start to bug me (as you all know they do) and I start to stress about car repairs and camp fees and calls from the principal, I need to just take a breath and realize that when my better half comes home, no matter what the issue, we will tackle it together.

Happy Anniversary Mr. Flossy! I LOVE YOU!