Today is my 39th birthday. I’m not telling you this to get attention. I am telling you this because it marks an even more important occasion. I was married on June 19, 1992, which just happened to be my half birthday. I was 19 1/2. Today I have been married for exactly as long as I was single.
It seems so surreal. The first 19 1/2 years went by so slow. The last 19 1/2 years have gone by in a flash. And the fact that I have 4 children, including an 18 year old son, just blows my mind.
My husband is my best friend. We were friends first and love grew from that. It grew quickly (we dated for 3 1/2 weeks before we were engaged), but we were friends before we started to date. And that friendship has only deepened over the years.
I’m not saying we haven’t had our differences. We usually have one pretty big argument every year, and many small ones. But we stick it out and don’t give up. When he was out of work and depressed, there were days that I really thought we weren’t going to make it because I couldn’t stand to be around him.
But because we have been sealed in the temple, we have added incentive to stay together. We are together for all of eternity. Not just ‘til death do you part, but for time and for all eternity. It’s a wonderful thing. We have each other forever.
So tomorrow starts a new phase in my life. I will have been in my husband’s house longer than I was in my parents’ house. Weird.