I always thought my mom was cheesy if not lying when she said she loved my dad more 30, 40, & even 50 years later than the day she married him. But after 16 years of marriage, I can say the very same thing.
I hardly recognize that 18 year old girl and that 22 year old boy in our wedding photos. Sure, we have the appearance of being madly in love as we smiled and kissed for those photos. But compared to where we are now, it’s hard to look at that young love without seeing it’s giddiness and shallowness. But you have to start somewhere, right? And that swoony feeling is pretty awesome.
There are times when we pine for the days when we could go out on dates without planning childcare and budgeting babysitting money and have carefree discussions without the weight of a mortgage and the drone of calendaring the activities of a family of six, but even in the minutia of building a life together and the trials of building a family together you can learn to love each other more deeply.
Here’s to 16 more years of of life-building together with you. Todd. There’s no one on earth I’d rather have by my side during this life’s journey and beyond. And hopefully you don’t see right through this post and realize the real reason I love you more than I did 16 years ago, is because of your “new” old timey mustache. It totally makes me swoon.
a few more odes to my hubs: