Lucky 13

Thirteen years ago today, Honey and I stood under a covered yard in the hot, Alabama August and said “I do” in front of our nearest and dearest.

I swore to love (check), honor (mostly check) and obey (yeah, not so much) the man beside me.

We are no longer those people, and for that I’m glad. We are stronger, more patient, more tolerant and more forgiving (really that one is just me). We’ve had amazing highs and frightening lows but have never questioned us.

Thirteen years, three kids, one law school degree, three states, two apartments, one house, five cars, two dogs, three cats, eight jobs. And I still get a tingle when he kisses me.

And I still can’t see a future that doesn’t include an us. A lifetime won’t be enough.

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