love

My grandparents were married for 64 years before Grandpa Art passed away. I often get caught up in how amazing this is. I'm (only!) 33 and it's just so unbelievable to imagine that I could count every day of my entire life to this point and would still be 31 years short of how long that is. That is a long time. I think about how much has changed in my life in just the past 6 months, or year, 3 years, even 9 years...

Yes there was a big change then, it was 9 years ago that we leaped into our best change of all, when we said "I do." We were only kids, but even still, we did not leap in fear; it was a happy leap with no holding back. A cannonball if you will. It's hard to explain it, but that is just what happens! You just can't help but leap when you find your missing piece, your soul mate, the person that makes you a better person.

And thinking back over the last 9 years...I realized what lucky fools we would be if we got the chance to repeat the last 9, 6 more times. Only 6 more times? Suddenly 64 years doesn't seem so unbelievable anymore. It seems much too short. Because 54 years from now, I won't be tired of your smile, your laugh, the way you look at me, the way you love and encourage me, and the way you remind me every day to celebrate my blessings. And today (and most days) I celebrate you the most.

XXOO