There are so many things I would like to tell you about today, but I don’t quite know where to start.
13 years ago, the Mister and I stood in front of our family and friends and we pledged ourselves.
To use the language of the prayer book we actually used – we pledged our troth.
This year our marriage, the relationship and the entity that is he and I together, it turned 13.
Which is a pretty remarkable thing, when you think of it. The single most remarkable thing about our marriage is not how remarkable it is, but how remarkable it isn’t.
We get live our lives, happy when we get to be in the same city and be together, staying in contact by phone, email and text when we don’t. We go through the good times and we go through the sucky times.
And we always kiss goodnight when we are home, and if we aren’t home, the one who is away calls at 10pm local time to say goodnight. It seems like I could write some beautiful and undying declaration of love today, but it feels more real to do a lot of what we already do. Being thankful for each other. Speaking well of each other. Being kind, being loving, being supportive.
And so, in case you haven’t hear it – I’ll say it again and again. Mr. Spit is a far, far better husband than I deserve. Marrying him was, by far, the smartest thing I have ever done.
Happy anniversary Owen. I love you.