Tired-Papa and I have been married for fifteen years today - we've been together for twenty.
That's a long time.
We've managed three countries, three kids, six homes and endless squabbles over the past decade and a half and I think it's made us uh,
slightly crazy stronger.
Seriously though, I'm blessed, because you know what? It's still good.
My children once asked me how I knew that Tired-Papa was the right 'man' for me. I told them 'I just knew'. I realize now that although that is true, what I should have also said was that I was lucky enough to not only find a man who could make me laugh, but I also found a guy who would take out the garbage, help make the beds and drive his three off-spring to hockey practices and dance lessons too.
I don't think I fully realized back in my twenties that it was all these little things that really made a marriage work. That in the end it's our ability and shared desire to work together and do the mundane things that make our world a better, easier and nicer place for our little family to live in that was going to get us through the years.
My kids are coming up to their teen years now and are starting to look at the opposite sex in a different way. Sooner or later they're going to start looking for a partner in life too.
I will tell them that looks and flash aren't that important in a mate, but I know they won't listen. I can only hope that they will follow their mother's example and look for a spouse that has many of the same qualities as their father. If they do this then they'll be fine. Better than fine.
Happy Anniversary Tired-Papa, and yes, I'd do it all over again. I love you.
I might however choose a different dress this time. I mean what was I THINKING?