Today marks my eleventh year of marriage. It absolutely does not feel like eleven years, and at the same time I cannot remember even a little bit of what it feels like to not be married. Which is fine with me.
I feel like we’ve seen quite a bit. I also feel like the days go by much faster than they used to. I’m not sure if there’s anything that can be done about that.
People ask me, “How do you do it?”, and I have no answer to the question. There’s nothing intentional about marriage – at least our marriage – it’s a natural existence. It’s not hard. It’s not perfect, either (what is?), but it’s not hard. Sorry, but I don’t think it should be.
I know one thing: My wife makes me a better person in every aspect, and the thought of not having her is scary as hell.
Happy anniversary, April. I really love you a lot.