Nineteen years ago today I married an amazing man. It was a small, simple ceremony attended by only immediate family members. Not a lot of fancy parties and rituals and trimmings, but filled with relaxed joy and love.
I think that's why I feel so lucky. Ours is not a perfect life, but it's perfect for us. We are not formal or fancy. We like things like hanging out at home with the kids. Our favorite vacations have been road trips. Yep--our family of 5 piled into the van, driving across the country, cramming ourselves into 1 hotel room, and stopping along the way at things like the world's largest catsup bottle (no kidding--it's in Illinois) or the barbed wire museum (again, for real! Kansas). Oh, and the Corn Palace...he wanted me to make sure I mentioned the Corn Palace.
Nineteen years ago I felt like I was the luckiest woman to walk the face of this earth, and I have to tell you that now, 19 years, 2 states, 3 homes and 3 kids later--I know I am. Yes, we go places like the Corn Palace. But this is also the man that took me across the country to see the Pacific Ocean for the first time on my 40th birthday. He's the person who encouraged me to grow into the person I am and together we keep growing into ourselves.
I can hardly wait for the next 19 years to start.