20 Years Together

Yellow Roses are one of my favorites.  As you probably know from a previous post, I have a tattoo of a yellow rose on my ankle.  I got that yellow rose on my ankle when I was 19.  That story, I will save for another day.

My husband does not often get me flowers.  So, when he does they mean a lot to me.  7 February, he surprised me, he returned home from a business trip and had 2 dozen yellow roses with him.  It was the anniversary of the night we start dating.

I have a lot to thank him for over the last 20 years.  It has been an interesting ride filled with many ups and downs.

We have been involved in:

•  family squabbles,
• our own fights,
• the births of our children, 
• weddings, 
• graduations, 
• birthdays, 
• buying homes, selling homes, 
• moving states, moving countries, 
• deaths of loved ones, 
• car accidents (mine), 
• kids in emergency rooms, 
• shoulder surgery and kidney stones (him), 
• death threats (seriously, no joke, those would be mine), 
• session of counseling (mostly mine and one couple session), 
• my messiness and 
• his refusal to eat anything colored green (with the exception of raw spinach).

We have gone a long way in 20 years, literally and figuratively.  My husband is my harshest critique and my biggest cheerleader.  He is my rock and my best friend.  Thank you, honey for the last 20 years.  Each year has gotten better and better.  Though I am not looking forward to aging and watching our children grow up (that part brings many tears), I am glad that I have you to spend the rest of my life with....

Thank you for seeing the real me, knowing what I am capable of, not giving up on me when I wanted to and while other have.  Thank you for all your support on my journey to be a better person and thank you for being my partner in this thing we call life.  I love you.