18 Years and Counting

I am so excited, because today is my 18th wedding anniversary. Why am I excited? Because nobody thought I'd be married this long, including me. LOL. But we did it, and we're still going strong.

When my hubby and I first started dating, we were both dead set against marriage. We'd both come from divorced parents, and we were determined not to end up in the same situation. The only way to make sure it didn't happen was to never get married. Then, after a huge fight, my hubby pinned me to the floor and asked me to marry him. He pinned me to the floor because he was afraid I'd come up swinging. However, I was so totally shocked that I couldn't move anyway.

So, on Saturday, May 19th of 1990, we got married. We had the traditional church wedding and all the hoopla that comes with it. And after some trials and tribulations, we've made it to number 18. He asked me this morning if I really thought we'd ever make it this far, and I just laughed. I told him that I had 2 more years to go before I left him for a younger man. He said "Damn, I gotta wait that long?".

I can't say it's been a perfect marriage for the past 18 years, but I can say that it's been fun, interesting, and a hell of a lot of work. I couldn't imagine my life now without him, and I don't think I'd want to try. He's not only my husband, he's my best friend, my soul mate, and my favorite fishing buddy. Some days he makes me so mad that I want to beat him with a stick, but most days he makes me laugh so hard that my sides hurt.

I really am the luckiest woman alive.