Yesterday was my 19th wedding anniversary with Chip. Damn, that’s a long time. (I say that every year. It’s one of our anniversay traditions.) We’ve been together since we were in our early twenties. That babies, man.
I realized something. You know, after being together 20 years now (we did date for a minute before we wed, after all)–well, after being with my husband for two decades now, I can honestly say there hasn’t been a minute when I was sorry I was with him. Not a single one.
And that’s saying a lot, I can tell you. You don’t go twenty years without life sometimes coming up and biting you in the ass. That’s the nature of living. We’ve had times where I didn’t know what was going to happen to us, but I’ve never had a time when I didn’t know what I wanted to happen with us.
I’m very grateful for him.
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