13 years of marriage today

My husband and I have been married for 13 years today.  Normally I would write something witty or funny about this, but today, today I’m going to take a moment to appreciate that my husband loves me and that we’ve made it this far.  We’ve made it through getting pregnant with Kidlet after years of struggling, we’ve made it through getting pregnant with second Kidlet after trying for two years unsuccessfully and having to see a fertility specialist.  We’ve made it through a dorm room, two apartments in NM, one house in NM, one apartment in Oregon and now  rental house in Oregon.  We’ve made it through my Dad’s passing, my brother’s graduation, my college graduation, three jobs for him, seven jobs for me since entering college, one which I left and went back to, an internship for me in Colorado the first year of our marriage, promotions for both of us, my career taking us from NM to Oregon, birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries past.  This man has stood by me in my lowest points and my highest, he’s encouraged me, pushed me, and loved me, he’s shown me that I am worthy of love and respect, he’s held me when I cried hysterically thinking that we may never have a second baby.  He’s indulged me, brought me flowers, and cared for me when I’m sick.  He’s been a loving and amazing father to our Kidlet, he’s listened to my needs and wants and put Kidlet and I first in everything he does.

I love my husband more than words can ever express, we have not had a perfect marriage, far from it, but we’ve come a long way and we’ve done so in leaps and bounds.  I can’t imagine my life without him.  I don’t want to.

Besides, he buys me IPAs when I’ve had a crap day at work, how could I ask for more?


About redneckmeetsgeek

I'm a Redneck Girl who met a Geek Boy, we married, we had a kidlet, we moved away from friends and family and everything we ever knew to the PNW, then we had another kidlet, and lived happily ever after.....most days, also I'm convinced that Martha Stewart secretly hates me
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