We met at work in 2006. After I agreed to go on a first date with you to another state where I would meet your entire family and stay at your mom’s house and run around the farm in a dress and heels on our way to said date so you could help your dad smoke a badger out of the barn (also my first time meeting your dad) (WHEW) I guess something must have gone right because here we are.
We’ve lived in small houses, in bigger houses, with roommates, without them, in apartments, and – for a time – a fifth wheel. We’ve been homeowners and renters, short-term couch surfers, and landlords.
During our marriage, we’ve been residents of Arizona, California, Iowa, Nevada (sort of), and Missouri. And of those 5 states, we’ve lived in 11 different cities and moved 15 different times from residence to residence.
But despite all the uprooting, there is one constant in our lives: each other. And as our family grew that constant expanded to include the two wonderful humans we get to call our sons.
I recently finished reading a book where the main character was unhappy with her life but she had the ability to try on a million new versions of her life; how it could have been if she’d made different decisions in the past.
And as I sat on the couch with you and our children the other night, playing a card game and all of us laughing hysterically I thought – not me. I wouldn’t want any other life than the one I’m living right now.
Happy 15th Anniversary, Husband. Our story… is still being written. And it’s my favorite.
