Fifteen years ago I was living in England, it had been snowing all week and I was about to get married. It was January 18th, 1997. I arrived at the church early because I was excited and ready to marry this man (but seriously, what bride ever arrives early?) I may have caused a slight panic and some hurried scampering.
Our honeymoon was lovely, but cold - we had been unable to leave the country due to his visa status and so we had hopes of going somewhere lovely and warm for our tenth anniversary...well that came and went; we had no money, no time, and nobody to watch the kids. As our fifteenth anniversary approached we started dreaming again and amazingly...we did it! Wonderful friends took care of our kids and we headed down to Mexico for a long weekend in the sun, on our own together. It was quite bizarre!
Fifteen years! I love this man, my best friend. He loves me unconditionally, he sees past my (many) flaws and imperfections, he encourages me, he tells me every day that I am beautiful and that he loves me! I cannot imagine having done life with anyone else, we were meant to be. He has made marriage seem easy, though statistics show that for many that is not true.
To see his smiling face each day brings me such joy. To see our beautiful children, our family, fills me with so much love I feel I could burst. Our fifteen years have flown by and I look forward to many, many more.
