I was but a wee sprout of 23 back when I agreed to marry this yokel in 2008. So young. So young! I laugh now at that old version of myself… shouldn’t I have been worried? Wanted to date longer? Listened to the 1,502,902 cautionary tales of women that got married on the early side of their twenties? Never. I literally didn’t give it a second thought.
Being married is “work”– like they say– but in a lot of ways it’s effortless and a total no brainer.
Some days we disagree, some days we roll our eyes at each other, some days we face palm in frustration at how different we are. But we are BFF. We’d swim through a pack of sharks for one another. We have each other’s back. We laugh together. Every day. All there is to it.
Oh and we like the same ridiculous television.
Happy anniversary POOKIEWOOKIESCHMOOKIEBEAR.