The Idea of Growing Old

I was blessed to meet the guy of my dreams at the tender age of twenty years old. I still like him so very, very much these many years later. He makes me quite happy.

And for some strange reason, despite that I cannot make four left turns without getting lost, have a blue button-down shirt addiction, and usually always sometimes work through life's frustrations with some Clorax, a scrub brush and a kitchen floor, the feeling remains mutual.

I am grateful and humbled by the incredible gift of our marriage. In the grand scheme of things, the story of us is still young. But so far? I think we're knocking it out of the park. There is no one else I'd rather grow old with. Or end a sentence with a preposition for. (Twice).

Happy Anniversary!