The Internet is an amazing place. You can translate just about any amount of text from English into another language - even Klingon. You can look up the #1 single on the date that you were born. You can even find a calculator to tell you how many days have passed between events. I know, I know . . . I could do this by myself, but quite frankly, why would I want to? Today marks my 6940 day married to my husband; translation . . . 19 years.
Maybe it doesn't seem like a lot, but I happen to think it is a rather big deal. We got engaged when we were 20, pregnant with what we thought was one child. Surprise . . . there are two kids! Good job! And yet, we got married anyway, and here's the kicker, we stayed married. I'm not saying it was easy - not by a long shot.
If the Girls come home in a few months to drop the same bit of "good news" on us that we did with our parents, I don't know how I would react. Seriously, who gets married at 21 and has people look at them thinking, "Those kids are going to make it." A good percentage of the folks at our wedding probably thought the exact opposite, but I guess Dave and I just figured we could make it work. And after 6939 days, I think I might be ready to admit that I was right.
I love you honey . . . thanks for the past 6940 days (and the new bag)! Here's looking at another 14, 940 plus days!
* I always consider "Thorn In My Side" by The Eurythmics to be our song. It was the first song on our "mix tape" that I played at our reception