On January 15, 2000, the world was still functioning normally (despite the Y2K scare a couple of weeks earlier.) And we'd counted on that being the case for our big day.
It was 80 degrees in Phoenix that day, 20 degrees warmer than normal--a lovely day to get married. It was a beautiful, meaningful ceremony, and The Engineer and I started our life together.
How in the world have ten years passed? We are in our fourth home (2 apartments, 2 houses, one BIG move to a different state.) Our family size has doubled (tripled if you count Hammer the dog and Joshua the fish.) Life is so sweet and so good.
I'm smiling as I write this. I absolutely love the fact that I am enjoying being married to my husband now more than I ever have before. Time has changed us and our relationship. In some ways we're more different than we used to be. (We have some intense political discussions!) But our life together is somehow both more comfortable and more passionate than it used to be.
I don't mean to give the impression that our relationship is perfect. We can both be hotheaded and stubborn, and we have plenty of room for growth. Hopefully we'll have at least four more decades together so that we can continue to grow our way, and fight our way, and love our way into more and more closeness.
I'm blessed to have him. And you know what? He's blessed to have me too.
Fairy tales with happy endings are nice.
But real-life tales with happy middles are even better.