It’s a big day.
Twenty years ago today, Basil and I each ran through the pelting raindrops in our special outfits to say “I do.”
This is what we looked like then:
I don’t know where the time went, or how we managed to hang on in the face of, well, all the crazy things life throws at everyone.
I do know he got the short end of the stick. Living with me is no picnic! Still, he manages to keep a smile on his face (beer helps), supports even my most hare-brained schemes and plans, and goes with the flow, even if I’m melting down.
Thank goodness we both have a sense of humor and the wherewithal to rely on it in even the darkest or most frustrating times.
We’ve managed to weather parenthood; purchasing and maintaining a house; several hundred car payments; the preparation and cleanup of thousands of meals (some even edible); a few painting projects; the packing and unpacking of heaven-knows-how-many moving boxes; quite a few lawn improvement projects (I still dream about yanking out those beds of pachysandra); various illnesses — some quite serious; tussles over my inability to balance a checkbook (or properly do any math); and the never-ending games of “reorganize the kitchen cabinets when Terri isn’t looking” and “THIS is where the thermostat belongs.”
And now we’re navigating Basil’s “retirement” while I work from home … with Catherine’s college on the horizon.
I don’t know about you, but I see a lot more laughs in our future, especially if we want to keep from crying. 😉
Happy anniversary, honey; thanks for being the best part of me.