You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. ~Dr. Seuss
Twenty-five years ago today, I walked down the aisle and into the arms of my precious husband. I love that man so much it leaves me in awe. He is the man of my dreams.
My life has been a lovely mix of unexpectedness but evenness, of adventure but security.
When I was young, I thought people who were married long enough to have metals associated with their anniversary years must be soooo... old. I don't feel old, even though we've reached the magical milestone of our Silver Anniversary. I can barely remember a time before Jim. I met him in high school when we were about 16 years old and we've been a couple since we were 17. I've spent a total of 28 years (including dating) looking with love into his eyes, while he lovingly looked back into mine.
Thank You, God. I do not deserve this man, but I'm so glad I have him.
I love you, Jim. Happy 25th Anniversary.