Letter to My Husband: An Anniversary Tale of Love and Survival.
Here it is—our 30th Anniversary.
Can you believe it? 30 years.
We have been through so much together.
We have raised two babies to become wonderful young women.
We have celebrated birthdays and Paschas and Christmases and Name Days and all the occasions that come along with daughters—Graduations, sports victories, academic awards, high school proms, science fairs, talent shows, college orientations, summer camps, new jobs, vacations, and all the rest.
And then there were the “bumps in the road” that come along with having daughters. Yes, we have survived those together, too. Even when we were not so sure we would.
Even then, we did.
We have buried our family and friends. We have learned that it is true: Only the good die young.
We know this first-hand.
We have loved—passionately, compassionately, and unconditionally. Maybe not always perfectly, but completely. Yes, completely.
We have fought—sometimes to the point that I was afraid there was no going back.
We have forgiven—sometimes with words, sometimes with action, sometimes with an understood silence. Sometimes, the silent forgiving was the best.
We have laughed and we have cried and we have occasionally lost our way.
We have seen each other at our best and, unfortunately, at our not so best.
And sometimes, like those fist-bumps that wanted to be hugs and words that were
spewed in a moment of anger, we have hurt each other.
Love and life are difficult. I don’t care what anyone says—a marriage is hard work. And people change through the years. A lot. Sometimes, I don’t know how folks even survive one day.
But I know this:
There is no one else that I ever want to spend another year with or even another day with.
You are my past, present, and future.
You are my forever.
There are a lot of WEs in those previous sentences and I would not be the happy, adventurous free spirit that I am today if not for you. If not for WE.
You truly are the wind beneath my wings.
I love you for letting me be me.
Marriage and Love and Life, and all that goes along with them, are difficult.
All I know is: Somehow, somehow, somehow, we work. And that makes me happy.
Here’s to many more years together.
For better, for worse…until death do us part.
“What has conveniently looked like a single relationship in fact sits across so many evolutions, disconnections, renegotiations, intervals of distance and emotional homecomings that he has in truth gone through at least a dozen divorces and remarriages – just to the same person.“~A Course of Love: A Novel by Alain de Botton
Pictures taken through the years–through these 30 years.