9 days from now, Dh and I will have been married for 4 years.
5 years ago, I never thought that I would make it through 1 year of marriage, much less FOUR WHOLE ONES.
Sometimes I still think about him, standing in front of the oven in our tiny apartment in Wyoming, just standing there with the ring in his fingers.
He was shaking.
I don't know why - I knew that I wanted to marry him from the moment I met him, 1st marriage be damned. Well, 1st husband be damned, anyway.
Taking stock of our humble abode and overabundance of knick-knacky belongings, it's hard to tell where I end or begin. Or am.
Strangely enough, the independence seeking me that I was in my 20's is okay with that.
The longer I'm with dh, the more I am convinced that there is NOT a PERSON on this planet who would put up with what I've put him through - I chose luckily. There aren't many who help you learn from your mistakes instead of condemning you for them.
Of course, that's not to say that we don't drive each other nuts. Because we do. Often. Incessantly, even.
But after four years I can say that almost all of it has been in good fun.
At least, that's what I told him.
Before I was married, I used to think that I could love anyone. It was only a matter of place.
The longer I'm married, the more evident it becomes that this is simply not the case. A person really has to love another person to stick with them through deaths, teenagers, deployments, drinking problems, statistics classes and unemployment.
I can't say that I would want to do it with anyone else, though.
Because I wouldn't.