Twenty-seven years ago, on a windy, Spring day, two 17yos pledged their lives to one another. Most would say that's far too young to agree to eternity, and I would certainly agree with you NOW, but it appears to have worked out. Some days it feels like a lifetime has passed, and others it feels like just yesterday we were so young and free (i.e. stupid).
I won't say it's been an easy ride. Oh, definitely not. Like all couples, there were moments where I considered smothering him with a pillow. Especially during all those middle of the night cluster feedings when I had an infant attached to me, and their dad was snoring away like nothing. Now here we are, all these years later, three wonderful children and a grandson we both adore. We had two short years alone in the beginning before our oldest was born, and now we have two short years left before the youngest is out of the house. It blows my mind!
Even with all that, the good definitely outweighs the frustrating, and I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else. I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together, and I hope it will be a very long time before you die. (I always say he'll go before me.) Happy 27th anniversary, baby! I love you forever and always!