Well here we are. Year Fourteen.
Today marks fourteen years of marriage for Huz and I. On one hand, it doesn’t feel like it’s been fourteen years, but on the other hand, it seems like a lifetime.
Our fourteen years has had some pretty rough seasons. We got married young; we were both just 20 years old. And I think they younger you get married, the more challenging it is to STAY married. At 20, I was still developing as a person. Still trying to figure out what I liked, what I didn’t like, what I wanted to do with my life, what kind of person I wanted to be. And same with Huz. The couple that said “I do” in 2001 are not the same people we are today.
The challenge is keeping those 2 people married.
We’ve weathered paper routes, working multiple jobs at a time, the insane cost of 3 kids in daycare, being so broke we sold random crap around our house on Craig’s List for groceries and I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting. But the choice is the same today as it was yesterday as it was in 2001: make the choice to stay married.
I’m not saying there is no good reason for throwing in the towel or for getting a divorce and if you have, shame off you. I haven’t walked in your shoes and I’m not here to judge. We still have our issues too. Some small (why can’t he put his clothes in the hamper instead of on the floor near the hamper) and some big. We still frequently see a marriage counselor. Mainly so that a unbiased 3rd party can explain to Huz that I’m always right. (Kidding.)
Through it all, I know one thing for sure: I’d still choose the boy who was too shy to talk to me, so instead left me a note with code name for himself.
I love you Davey (Darrel), Happy Fourteen Years.