This week, Bill and I have are celebrating our ten year anniversary. I can say without a doubt, it has been the best ten years of my life (and I make him say the same thing to me!)
It doesn’t seem like ten years. It seemed like only last year we were moving in to our house and figuring out who would get to use the shower first in the mornings. Now I can’t imagine a life without him in it.
I got married relatively late in life, and I think this was an odd sort of blessing. After all those years of flying solo, I have become deeply, profoundly appreciative of having a partner in life.
We don’t really have any special plans. I have been warning Bill for a couple of years that I might want to get a nice ring or something (you can see from the picture that I wear a plain wedding band, and I have a grand total of four pairs of earrings to my name, so jewelry has never been a big thing for me). We went and looked at rings, but well…..meh. I think what I am enjoying about hitting the ten year mark is simply the ability to SAY that I have been married for ten years. It seems like such a nice, solid number. It expresses the sense of strength and solidity that I feel being Bill’s wife. I can’t wait for the next ten years…
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Congratulations! You’re playing havoc with the national averages now. Hubby and I celebrated 29 years last month. I was a child bride. 😉
Congratulations! That’s wonderful!