22 years

Today is our anniversary.  We make each other cards and this is mine for him.  We look just like this - except the hair has more gray and we do actually have noses.

22 years is long enough to realize that marriage doesn't come easy.  It is work.  Every day you make a choice to love each other.  Some days it is an easier choice than other days, and some days I am better at it than others.

I feel very lucky to be married to a man who will move mountains to do the right thing.  I am married to a man who puts the needs of his family at the front of every queue.  I am married to a man with a wry sense of humor, an astounding intellect, and a love of chocolate.  

Its been a great 22 years