WARNING – This blog is sappy and lovely dovey…. you have been warned.
Yesterday my darling husband and I celebrated 15 years of marriage. I know, you’re thinking, how can that be? They are too young. Did they get married at 12??? Thank you…you’re too kind…no, not 12, but close.
Peter and I met when we were 18 and 20. I didn’t date a whole bunch of people before I met Peter because I didn’t want to. I would meet people and think they were nice, we would talk a little, and then I would get bored or annoyed by them and that was it. When I met Peter, it all felt different. I would think about him all the time. I couldn’t wait to talk to him or see him. We met in the days prior to cell phones and email and spent the first two years we dated living 3 hours apart. I lived for weekend trips to one of our campuses and holiday and summer breaks. We wrote long, sappy letters to each other and racked up horrible long distance bills.
I knew Peter was the one for me because the time I had with him was never enough. The more time we had together, the more I wanted. I was able to let him behind my walls. He became my rock, my everything. Everyday, every moment was an adventure, making me want more. Every sunrise was prettier and every moment was more meaningful.
Now, of course, we have had our share of challenges and trials, but, when those times come, I know that I can get through anything because of the man I have beside me. The trying times have made us stronger and have made me realize that I wouldn’t want to go through this life with anyone else.
Plus it helps to always have a lot fun along the way.