Thirteen years ago today, my husband and I stood in front of the altar at our church and promised to love, honor and cherish one other. (Neither of us promised to “obey”; the husband had joked he didn’t particularly feel like provoking our friends to laughter in the middle of the ceremony.) It hasn’t necessarily been an easy easy road, especially over the last few years, but I’m glad to have him in my life. He believes in me even when I don’t and he has for some time been my first reader for almost everything I do. Okay, he could be better about remembering to take the trash out, but I think I can live with that.
Here’s to many, many more.