We celebrated 14 years of marriage yesterday. There was no fancy date night out, no gifts or luxuries of any kind. It was our normal 5:30 am wake up call, crying kids, 5th grade Social Studies, a long day at work. But the beauty of 14 years of marriage is the deep level of intimacy intertwined in all that routine, the devoted sense of love that makes the everyday seem special and full. 14 years in and we are so comfortable with each other, so sure of who we are as individuals that our union has grown stronger, more secure, less afraid. We have been loyal and devoted to each other since we were 19 year old kids and the reality of that has set it: there's nothing to be afraid of. We're still here.
14 years of marriage and I am so proud to call this man my husband. He is a good person, a kind and forgiving man. He is fair but firm, understanding and compassionate but not afraid to push me into the right direction when I am struggling. This year was a year of settling down for us, enjoying the simple moments and becoming more comfortable with who we are as a couple. He is my best friend and I enjoy every minute I get to spend with him, however rare those minutes are these days. This is our busy young family season of life and we are appreciating it to the fullest. "The days are long but the years are short": we constantly remind each other of that perspective. Kids in our bed, a bustling crowded kitchen, dinners around the dining room table, movie nights and dance parties: these are the moments that make life worth living.
Thank you, Shawn, for always being there for our family in the biggest way possible. Thank you for your hard work and determination, for believing in me and the commitment we made to each other 14 years ago. Thank you for stepping in that ring day after day, round after round, never tapping out. We stand here together, 14 years later, because we show up to work every single day. That's something I will never take for granted. I love you more than words could ever say.