14 years ago today I became an 18 year old bride.
My groom and I lived in a one bedroom apartment with a small galley kitchen in a questionable neighborhood. But we loved the place.
Hardwood floors. Tile in the bathroom. Big windows. Our first “love shack”.
14 years later, I would have never dreamed we’d be where we are today. In fact, I thought we’d have four kids by now and would be living somewhere in North Carolina.
The kids part still hasn’t happened and we’ve been gone from NC for almost five years now.
Five years. Fourteen years! Holy shit!
Looking back, I realize that 18 was waaaaaay too young to get married. But I was in love and no one could have convinced me otherwise.
I don’t regret marrying Howard, but I do regret marrying that young. If I had it to do over, we’d have had a long engagement, just to get through our “growing pains.”
We’ve been through a lot, me and Howard. We’ve been to hell and back. That fact that we got through them is a testament to how strong our bond is. (or either how stubborn we are!)
Many times we almost gave up on our marriage completely.
But I’m glad we never gave up. That we still wake up everyday next to each other.
Happy Anniversary Howard. I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.