Happy 17th Anniversary to my Man...
If our marriage was a person, it would be a teenager with car keys.
If our marriage was a car, it would be a junkyard dweller by now.
If our union was a house, it would be time for some needed renovations.
If our marriage was a grandma-crafted quilt, it would just be getting good and soft and maybe a little frayed about the edges.
If the time marking our togetherness marked instead, the age of a book, that book would not yet be considered a classic.
If our marriage was a clothes dryer ... well, we'd be on our second one!
Our marriage is none of these things of course...
our marriage is a marriage...a seventeen year old one.
A seventeen year old marriage that has, in its lifetime been...
full of faith,
full of wonder,
full of trust,
full of expectation,
full of serious conversations,
full of growth,
full of belly grabbing laughter,
tinged at times with...
...but not for too long...
Later we filled it with...
a couple of babies,
lots of diapers,
a few more babies,
a lot more diapers,
and sprinkled in...
lessons well learned
and some not so well learned
a wrinkle or two
and some aches (just a few!)
Our marriage has been full of all those things we vowed to one another that winter evening when we were so
and oh, so naïve
...all of those things we vowed and THEN some!
I love who our marriage has become over these seventeen years.
If our marriage was a motorcycle...
I'd be so tickled to be your sidecar!
~All my love...
...and then some~