14 years ago…
Fourteen years ago today, we pledged our love and exchanged sacred vows in a majestic grove of ancient redwoods, in the shade of the blazing hot sun, under a blue moon, amidst friends and family and tears of joy.
We had already been together more than five years, which if you do the math will indicate that this is our 20th(!) year together.
Our path has taken many twists and turns since that magnificent summer afternoon, all of which have led us to this day. For better or worse, through thick and thin, in sickness and health. I don’t like to think that everything we’ve been through happens “for a reason,” because I believe that sometimes simple chaos rules. The forces of the universe keep spinning and time passes and life keeps on moving. Sometimes you keep up, sometimes you fall behind. Sometimes we’re out of whack, and sometimes we’re perfectly aligned. I think the best we can hope for is some sort of balance, some synergy.
I am grateful to have had such a solid grounding force in my life as M. My life before him is a distant memory and my life without him seems an impossibility.
This year, we’re celebrating a full week of sleeping through the night, for the first time in, well, about a year and a month. And of course we’re celebrating the fact that we’ve made it to this day.
Happy 14 years of marriage, my love. Eternal gratitude for your undying support, love, faith, passion, laughter and friendship. There is no where else I’d rather be but on this path with you.