Twenty years ago I married my best friend.
One's first reaction is to say "Twenty years? How could I possibly have been married twenty years?" And yet it feels like I've been married thirty years. Forty. A hundred. It feels like I've been attached to him my entire life, and I simply spent the first seventeen years looking for him, like someone who had wandered off at the mall. "Oh, there you are."
Last week I was with a group of ladies comparing proposal stories. I don't really have a propsal story. Yes, he proposed - more than once (not that I ever said no, but he just liked to do it). But that was after we had already talked about "when we get married." Because we already knew. There's a Van Halen song that has the line "you turn and swear it's always been there" (yes, honey, I worked the Beatles and Van Halen into this one... just for you). That's kind of how I feel. It's always been there. It always will be there.
Happy anniversary, sweetie. I love you.