A bit overdue but better late than never.
June 25 marked eighteen, yes 18 years that my husband and I have been together. Crazy! I don’t feel old enough to have been in a relationship that long but it’s my reality. We started out so young I was only fourteen when we met and he was twenty-one. I was not your traditional teenager, you can say I grew up way to fast. But my experiences in life have made me a better person and mother. He was good for me, he came into my life in a time where I was lost and helped me stay grounded.
We have been through ALOT in these eighteen years together. We have grown, fought, loved, separated, given life and renewed our love. We have experienced heartache we never thought possible and have survived more than we could have ever imagined, to say it’s been difficult is a understatment. But relationships are not easy and it does not matter how long you have been with a person it always takes work. People change, sometimes we grow apart and if you don’t take the time to rediscover each other what once was could be lost forever.
So here we are eighteen years later still working on rediscovering each other, working on keeping that spark alive and trying to hold it all in place. Through good and bad times we are still here fighting for each other and our family. And through it all no matter how stressed out we may be the love is still there, is shines through us like it did all those years ago. And while we cannot have a big party or buy each other extravagant gifts for this most important occasion we did manage to enjoy a quite dinner, enjoyed some great food and just talk. These are those moments that are priceless.
Happy Anniversary Babe….to many many more.. I love you!