Today is a very special day here at our house. Twenty years ago I married the other half of my brain. Luckily we didn’t have the hail and torrential rain we’re having today.
We look so young here – nary a single gray hair between the two of us. But what else would you expect from two twenty-seven year olds?
Over the past twenty years we’ve had our ups and downs but have argued – really been angry with each other – just a handful of times. I attribute this to our basic view of each other. We respect each other and even when we do not agree, we remember that the other has a valid right to his (or her) ideas and that even though we disagree, we both have the best interests of the family at heart.
Many of our friends compliment us on our terrific sense of teamwork. We’ve always looked at everything through the lens of what is best for all of us whether it is good for us personally or not. I think this is one of our greatest strengths as a couple, and as a family. We have tried to impart these values to our children and I think we’ve done a good job with it, but time will tell.
It really doesn’t seem like twenty years has gone by, either. I would believe seven or eight, but not any more. This doesn’t really mesh with having a 17-year-old son (yes, we’re old-fashioned, we got married and then had children), but my mind just glosses over that little fact.
At any rate, it’s twenty years down and a whole lot more to go. I’m looking forward to a more relaxed life together as the kids get older and start to move out as they go to college and start their own adult lives.