Today Hubby and I have been married fifteen years. FIFTEEN YEARS???!!!!! It can't be.
Fifteen years ago today I was a child. A month away from 19 years old. And I got married.
Luckily, to the world's most patient man.
Fifteen years and I have no gift. I've racked my brain for months, but how do I buy a gift for fifteen years? What do you give someone who has devoted fifteen years of their life to you?
Fifteen years ago I went shopping with my aunt, who was celebrating her own wedding anniversary. It was their twenty-third. We went to Hallmark and bought a card. That's it. And I remember her saying, "When you've been married as long as we have, it's just another day." That was a horrific thing to say to a newlywed.
Perhaps that's what happens when you've been married twenty-three years. But for me, today, it is NOT just another day. In a society where marriages are made and broken like cheap toys on an assembly line in China, I recognize the significance of another year we have kept our promise.
And we still like each other.
Actually, it's LU-UV. I love him now more than ever. Love in a way I never knew existed.
Do I need a gift? Nothing seems appropriate.
Unless I could find a 1963 Chevy Impala like the one he sold nine years ago so we could buy our house. For free. Anybody have one of those lying around?
Well, maybe this is one of those instances where the thought really does count.
The odds were against us. This could have been a disaster. At times, it nearly was.
But here we are.
And here we'll be for another fifteen...and more.
Happy Anniversary, Honey. Here's the rest of my life.
Sorry it's not wrapped.