Tomorrow is my eight year anniversary.
We were children when we got married and we're probably still children. Maybe. Though we do take care of a whole lot, from bottle-fed calves to employees to children to buildings galore.
But. We were both very young. I especially was young. I'd made very few decisions in my life at that point, let alone such a big one, but I'd been taught to think well. To idenitfy the proof was in the pudding.
I am coming to think that the two main ingredients to a happy life are 1. luck-- there are circumstances a lot harder than others and 2. partner lottey. I won the lottery. K is not the perfect man I believed him to be when we married but he is absolutely irrevocably perfect for me. I make him laugh. He makes me happy. He's a good father, a superb husband, and under neat all the layers of responsability we have diligently applied one by one, my best friend and partner in crime.
Plus he has a wicked tan and strong muscles these days. I chose wisely :)
We have a babysitter booked and a twenty-five-year-old station wagon with a tank full of diesel. It all feels wide open.
My boys, going fishing:
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I never doubted--you were/are soul mates! And from somewhere, you have the wisdom to do the work needed to keep it alive---
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