Yesterday was my 22nd wedding anniversary. To hear myself say that number out loud – and to see it in writing – it sounds impressive. We’ve survived all the normal hardships and trials of being a married couple. Add to that the stress of the step-kids, the ex-wife, the in-laws. How wonderful that we’ve weathered all the storms and are still happily married.
Yea, yea, yea, my life reads like a Hallmark card. There have been some really bad patches in the road and the "d" word was spoken once or twice in the early years. Truth be told, both Hubby and I are too stubborn to give up on anything. And neither one of us wanted to give up the house. But most importantly we took the words "for better or worse, till death do us part" very seriously.
To celebrate this auspicious occasion, we really didn’t do much. Slept in as long as the doggies would let us (got up about 8 a.m.), read the Sunday paper and ate breakfast, washed the vehicles, had a late lunch/early dinner at Cracker Barrel (his favorite place to eat), and went to see Ice Age 2. When we got home, we watched drag racing on ESPN, then the Soprano’s and Gray’s Anatomy. Hey, we’ve been married for over 20 years. To us, that was romantic!