My husband and I have been married ten years.
In that time we've:
Had three children, two girls and a boy.
Lived and loved in Missouri, New York, Iowa, Illinois, and Missouri again.
Bought and sold three houses.
Suffered through five miscarriages.
Suffered through three pregnancies and incredibly scary labor and delivery.
Watched two grandparents (both mine) die.
Come to the breaking point and fight our way back.
Live through a few job crises.
Watch Seinfeld, Law & Order, Mad About You, Star Trek, Star Wars, The Practice, Sports Night, Twister, Desperate Housewives and Saturday Night Live together, even though the other person might not have wanted too.
Suffered through several Yankees World Series, listen or watch the Yankees stab the Twins through the heart, and watch my face crumple in resignation as the BoSox destroyed the Cardinals last year in the Series.
Enjoyed each other's company in Mackinac Island, Michigan, a few Caribbean islands, around Cape Cod and Boston, skiing (or in my case, falling and whining) on the slopes in Massachusetts, and worshipped at the Baseball Hall of Fame several times.
It all went by in a blink of an eye. There's no one I'd rather spend time with, and I hope our years are many yet to come, even with the inevitable ups and downs.