15 Years and Counting

Today I celebrate 15 years married to my best friend. My best friend who upon first meeting me decided that I must be shallow due to the fact that my hair was frizzy. Disclaimer: It was still cool to get perms then AND it was a particularly humid day. But that's okay. I thought he was way too quiet. Of course, MY initial conclusions were correct, but he found out pretty quickly that I was indeed quite deep. He had such a reserved diplomatic presence that I spent much of those early days trying very hard to elicit some kind of over the top reaction from him. It never happened.

But here is what I can tell you today: I am married to a man whose logical mind and calm nature I have come to rely on. A man who has made many a sacrifice to help me see my dreams come to fruition. A man who has walked with me through difficult times of healing, has believed big things for me, encouraged me, been a rock for me....one who has seen the best of me, and the ugly of me and still somehow counts it a blessing to sit across a table from me 15 years later. The kind of person about whom you say to yourself, "I need more years with you." Here's to 15 more!


Update: he is significantly less quiet now (as a result of all this time with me, I'm certain). I, gratefully, stopped getting perms about 16 years ago and have sworn them off EVEN if they come back in fashion.