23 years

Today the Mr and I have "officially" been together for 23 years.

It's been 23 years since my 17 year old ears heard his 19 year old voice say "I love you" for the first time.  Of course anyone he told face palmed because the dude isn't supposed to say it first and certainly not after one official date three days prior.  What can I say, I was irresistible!  ;-)  Saying it that first time was as easy as it is saying it now.

Somehow even then, I knew.  I knew that this Christmas romance wasn't a passing thing and that we would share many more "I love you's" over our lifetime.  We've shared many highs and good times.  We've been through our challenging times, often feeling like it was us against the world.  But our closeness, friendship, respect and love for each other is something our families, friends and basic strangers have told us they wished for themselves or their children for years.  For that, I am proud.

It's good to know that when you look at someone that there is no doubt in your mind they have your back.  There is no better feeling than when they've watched you go from an Aqua Net, Sun In, big haired teen to a super morbidly obese woman to losing a good deal of the weight as you cruise into middle age complaining about aching joints and thinning hair and still tell you how 'cute' you are at all of those stages.  I suspect when I'm 90 and he's straightening my wig or listening to me yammer on about something and forget my point halfway through that he'll still say I'm 'cute.'

There is no one I would rather go through life with.

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