Fifteen years ago today I married Lee. I thought he was The One then. Now I know.
We’ve fought and laughed and shared. He’s been my supporter, my friend, my strength.
I still can’t wait to see and kiss his face every day.
He’s my favorite person and I look for ways to spend time, make him chuckle, feel loved.
Marriage is work. Sometimes hard. Sometimes frightening.
It’s a learned dynamic. The sharing of your life while actively expanding.
It took me years to realize he had his own dreams. That he walks with me willingly.
Sounds silly but the best truths are. He chooses me every day. As I choose him.
Knowing that. Embracing that, helped us grow into each other.
It made us powerful. Gave us the audacity to be ourselves.
And thus to feel the rich and lavish joy of knowing we are seen. Heard. Appreciated.
Sometimes our paths diverge. So we hold hands.
Other times the path is too flat, and with a sparkle of mischief, we race into the spongy undergrowth while others glare.
The trick is to continue to move forward. Together.
Refusing to let time, life, negativity, the mundane infiltrate our bond.
Marriage is a living thing. It’s a anomaly in a world of instant gratification and rotating fads.
Nourishing it, cherishing it. That will keep it alive.
But embracing it. Breathing it. That will keep it timeless.
So, here’s to my person:
Lee, you are my safe haven and my rebellious streak.
Every day, I breathe you.