we met in march 20 years ago. he was 44 and I was 28. I didn’t want to fall in love with a short, balding guy 16 years older than me but I did. I wasn’t looking to get married because I was leaving for africa to farm and speak french with the peace corps. but I did.
life is not what we think it will be.
in the last 20 years we’ve raised two kids, lived in three states, navigated depression (twice), career changes, built a house, sold it, and bought land to, someday, build another one.
I almost left more times than I care to remember and 12 years in I called my mom, in tears, to tell her we were getting a divorce. and yet, here we are, 20 years later, still married. deeply in love, the best friend I’ve ever had, the most important teacher I’ve ever known, in the biggest commitment I’ve ever made (not counting children of course). ✨
we are given images of love that are simple and superficial. we are told that true love is easy love. as if true life was easy life and real life lived on the surface. but love is hard and life is harder. and still there is nothing better. ever. not when we go full in and give it everything and grow into all that is possible.
I don’t know if we will get into a fight today or fall into each others arms or both. it’s love so its unknown. but I just want to say thank you. to him. to me. and to every one of us who refuses to give up, who leans into what is complicated and deep, in order to create something that makes all of life more beautiful.
happy anniversary my love. (and sorry I forgot on the actual day.) ✨