Twenty two years ago I was boarding a plane in Jackson, Mississippi to fly to Seattle, Washington to meet up with Drew who was planning our elopement to Reno, Nevada the very next morning. We were babies, we really were. And if we had any idea what was ahead for us- I’m sure we would have just postponed our trip and took some more time to think this decision through. Maybe just take a little vacation but not go and you know, get married. My god.
But you already know what we did. We did exactly that impulsive thing because we were young and in love.
Midlife and so many friends and people we know have divorced or moved on and frankly, we wonder every damn day how we got this far. I don’t have a secret formula but just somehow we have and we’ve got some SERIOUS life muscles now that we didn’t have all those years ago. Let me just flex a bit here…
We’ve called three states home.
We have changed careers a few times over.
We had three babies and we lost one.
We lost our faith but we’ve taken back our lives.
We have learned and unlearned and then relearned again.
We’ve rented, bought, remodeled, updated and put more holes in walls than I could ever keep track of.
We’ve fought, made up, fought some more, slept on the couch, and then made up again.
Laughter has always healed us and continues to keep us sane.
We have stood in a trauma bay, shaking and holding hands while a surgeon told us we could lose our child if he wasn’t rushed into brain surgery.
We’ve traveled all over the world just to come back home (wherever that may be at the moment), our favorite place of all.
Here we are, 22 years. In the middle of a pandemic and in a house full of teenagers who love us but can’t wait to leave have a life of their own.
SO, happiest of anniversaries to my very loyal partner in life.
I love you, Drew.