Today is my twentieth wedding anniversary, and I don’t love my husband as much as I did when we got married, I actually love him more. Back then I guessed that he would be a good husband, but now I know for sure. Being married to me for twenty years probably hasn’t been the easiest thing, but Joe has risen to the challenge, and I don’t believe there is a person in the entire world who could possibly love me more than he does.
I think we both mostly still feel like the crazy kids that we were twenty years ago, and we’re still just as happy to be with one another. Our spark was strong from the very start, and since we moved in together just a week after we met, it could’ve been a flame that quickly burned out, but we’ve been able to keep it burning for a couple of decades now!
Joe and I were married at the courthouse by a judge, and we didn’t have a honeymoon. We were less concerned with the wedding than the marriage, and the piece of paper was just a formality, because we didn’t need it to be committed, we already were. Now, thanks to my fingers being jammed in Jiu-Jitsu, I haven’t even been able to get my engagement and wedding rings on for the past couple of years, but it doesn’t really matter, because I don’t need that symbol to remind me of where my heart is.
I am grateful to my mother-in-law for raising such a wonderful son, who became an awesome husband. Love, respect, trust, and communication have been the keys to making our marriage work this long, and I’m sure the next twenty years will be just as great, or even better!