It has been twenty years ago today that these two crazy kids walked down an aisle and vowed to love and cherish each other for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part.
We had no idea what any of that really meant.
But here we are twenty years later.
We have laughed and fought and cried and driven each other crazy. We’ve celebrated victories, mourned losses, balanced checkbooks, and survived several house projects. We have almost raised our baby, sat in hospital waiting rooms, survived career changes, and have yet to really agree on what makes a good movie or T.V. show. We are each other’s first call, last goodnight, and chief defender.
Twenty years feels like a milestone, even though I always had faith that we’d make it this far. Because at the end of the day, above all else, we are committed to each other. We are committed to this life we have made and so we have chosen each other time and time again, no matter what comes our way.
It also helps that he still makes me laugh every single day, which offsets how crazy it makes me that he doesn’t know how to throw Band-Aid wrappers in the trash.
Happy 20th Anniversary, Perry. I love you more today than I did twenty years ago.
And I still regret cutting those bangs the week before our wedding.