August 08, 2013
Today is my 15th wedding anniversary. Fiiiifteeeenth. Just think: only one more year until my marriage is old enough to drive.
I still wouldn't let it babysit your kids or liquor cabinet or anything. The maturity level just isn't quite there yet.
I was planning to write some longwinded sentimental thing today, and talk about him and me and us and how awesome it all is to be married to your best friend and also the best person you've ever met, period, and how it doesn't feel like 15 years. Maybe more like five, even though our oldest child is almost eight and we were already married seven years before he came along so that math doesn't make a lick of sense. Plus I wouldn't even want to go back to only being married for five years because 15 is more fun, more honest, more comfortable and yet also more adventurous, and definitely more "okay yeah, everything that is good is even better because YOU" rock solid. Also: Archer and Game of Thrones weren't even on way back then, which would suck.
But I guess the point of writing about all of that would have boiled down to this: We're both totally an old married couple and not an old married couple in all the right ways, and hot damn, I really do love the guy I married a whole awful lot.