February 2 marks Groundhog’s Day and the 21st anniversary of the day I met my husband. It’s also half of my life. Almost. I’ll be 42 in April. That’s a long time to spend committed to one person. People say that marriage is hard. I haven’t found it to be too hard. Yes, we have our ups and downs. We have gone through three major moves in 12 years, had three children in less than 4 years, but none of that has been too overwhelming, and I’d say we’ve been pretty blessed.
The thing that freaks me out to this day still is that I based the rest of my life on the fact that I knew this guy I chose to marry for 1-1/2 years when I said I Do. But I knew “I did and I would” six months into it. Isn’t THAT crazy? I mean, how do you KNOW? How, at the age of 21, can a person think they know they KNOW a person THAT well to say, “Alright. I’ll take a chance on you (queue Abba music please). You’ll do mighty fine for the rest of my life. I think you fit most of my requirements.”
For me, well, obviously, I loved him, but I hadn’t had THAT much experience in the falling in love department. I was 21 for crying out loud! He was cute, he was funny, he was tall, dark, handsome. Check, check, check. He fit the bill. My family loved him. I guess we had the same goals in life, but do 21-year-olds even really know what they want? Did we even TALK about that stuff? Is that all it took back then?
We both joke about soul mate love and laugh about the concept, and when something similar does happen, we look at each other and crack up, saying at the same exact time, “We MUST be soul mates!” because we so don’t believe in that junk. But do you? How do you feel about your spouse or significant other? How long were you together before you knew you were perfect for one another?
Either way, I’m so glad we chose each other, and happy 21 years together honey! You’re my soul mate!