Tomorrow is special.
Tomorrow is our anniversary.
Tomorrow, we’ll have been married for fifteen years.
It’s kind of mind-blowing in a way. Fifteen years is a long time.
When we married, we were 26 years old. Had just moved to Denver. Had no mortgage. Had just started our careers. Had no Declan.
But had lots of hope.
In the years that followed, we’ve had lots of everything. Ups and downs. Twists and turns. Times where we questioned why we were together. When we had to fight for our marriage. Had to work, and slog, and put in the time and talk.
But we’re lucky.
We’ve seen more sunshine than rain. We still laugh at each other. Probably more now than we ever did. We still talk to each other. Probably now with more understanding than those fresh-faced kids fretting over snow on a late May Colorado evening.
Yes, it snowed on my wedding day.
Marriage is hard work. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
But, fifteen years later, I wouldn’t have it any other way.