15

I've been married 15 years. Yep.  My friend asked if I still liked him (my hubby). After I got done laughing, I said yes, I liked him still....and I even loved him more. He's  a great guy--I know I'm partial. (It wouldn't do to be married to a man you didn't like or love or respect.) But he really is a great man. He's a good rational role model for our kids (I'm a little sketchy on the rational sometimes, you know).  He's pretty smart. and if he doens't know something on a subject, he'll study up on it.  He makes himself better. He doesn't always demostrate it, but he deeply and geniunely loves his family and friends. He is a loyal and trusting friend and partner.

15 years is a long time, I think. I know the whole time progression thing, but it honestly doesn't feel like we've gone 15 years (16 yrs. if you count the dating stuff). We've gone through a serious accident, job loss, first new house, new cars, new jobs, and 2 kids. And we've had some really blessed and fortunate happenings too. Maybe that's why I don't connect the actual time that's passed--'cause I tend to focus on the good stuff and put the hardships away in the box.  We have a really great relationship; we love each other; we respect each other talents and forgive our lesser qualities. (and believe me, I'm high maintenance. Don't think I don't know I'm hard to live with)

I love my hubby. Its not the same 'newly-dating' feeling. I don't always get that rush of 'new love'.  Its like a constant hum--which is better. I like the constant hum of knowing that we have a good life together. It makes me smile in the car on the way home because he just texted me "when are you coming home?" The hum makes me chuckle in the middle of the store because I remembered something funny he said. Its the knowing that I can be snarky and mean and witchy and he'll just carrying on like nothing.

I am a fortunate woman. I look forward to the next 15 or 50 years....