Today I have been married 5475 days, or 15 years. I was a child when I met my husband and married him on a hill by a river. I thought the world was going to open up before me and we would travel to exotic places on our high paying salaries provided by our jobs that only required us to work 20 hours a week.
Instead I am about to pay a $10,000 tax bill with money I don't have, I am living in a neighborhood that is being populated more and more by people in black shirts with guns, and I am constantly telling church people I am not like my husband only to have them not believe me. Have you ever tried to be yourself only to have people insist that you are not who you say you are? Oh, and did I mention I am the owner of a dog who chewed through a computer powercord and lived?
But you know what? Even if I had seen the future all those years ago and known I would be in such dire straits now, I would still walk down that bed and breakfast's garden pathway and stand under a vine-laced trellis as the river rolled by. I would still have told my dad no when he offered to shove me into the car and drive off instead of giving me away. I would still have promised to "love, honor and cherish" the man who I have woken up next to for 15 years. Because no matter what happens, I'd rather go through all the bad stuff every single day with him than have one stellar, million dollar day without him.
Here's to the next 15 years Hubby.