Eighteen Years

Wow, it’s been 18 years already since the boy of my dreams, an English glam-rocker boy with long, black hair, and I said “I do.” The time has really flown. It’s hard to believe that we’ve been married longer than I was alive before I went to college (yikes!) and, as I had stated last year on this very day, the same amount of time as the internet itself. How things have changed (including us!). Marriage is never an easy, smooth ride all the way through, and if people are set on believing that, then they’re the reason that the divorce statistics are so high. We learned early on that we have to take the good with the bad, and work through things. We have to grow with each other, and admit and accept our shortcomings, both about each other and about ourselves. (Of course, I’m sure Steve would say I haven’t done that yet!) We have to acknowledge our differences from each other, and realize that we are not the same person. Those are what make our relationship work, and what make it continue to be interesting, every day. Adding our little princess, Samantha, to the mix has made our lives even richer, and I wouldn’t have things any other way. I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, but Steve’s an incredible, devoted dad and husband. Happy anniversary, Steve. I love you!