(Mostly a repost)
Yesterday was our 23rd anniversary.
My DH used to skateboard. I can remember sitting on the curb and watching him when I was a kid. I mentioned it on twitter and somebody asked me how long I’ve known him-how we’d met.
I’ve known him since I was ten or eleven. My older brother used to skateboard with him. I can remember watching them together and thinking… “He’s so cute…”
I also remember kicking him in the shins. Yes, I had it bad. And yes, I was mean. And I mentioned the fact that I was ten or eleven, right? I one time charged him $2 to make him a grilled cheese sandwich.
We started dating right around the time I turned fifteen. He’d come over looking for my older brother, who wasn’t there. I very snottily demanded, “So how come you never come over here to see ME?”
He gives me this weird look and says, “I didn’t know you wanted me to.”
A few days later, he calls me, asks if I’d want to go to the fireworks for the 4th of July with him. A few weeks later, a movie. I was fifteen. He was getting ready to turn eighteen. We’ve been together ever since.
When I was nineteen, he proposed. We married when I was twenty. I love him more every day.
Loving him is natural-it feels like I was born to love him, and I think I was.
Doesn’t mean it’s always been easy…it hasn’t. Making a marriage work is just that-work.
The past two years have been hard, harder than almost anything. Losing my brother hit both me & the guy, but the effects on me were brutal. But I got through….because God gave me him. The guy’s the one person who knows me inside out & has always, always had my back.
We’re not perfect. We’ve got flaws & have had mega fights. But we make it through.
Because it’s worth it.