Today is Tim’s and my 10th wedding anniversary and 12th anniversary of being together. It doesn’t seem like it could possibly have been so long ago, but math doesn’t lie.
I won’t say it’s always been easy.
Two depressives — one with anxiety, the other with ADD — can make it tough on each other, even when they’re not home all day together. (Though Tim now gives me a two- to three-hour window of alone time with his dog park visits.)
Not to mention that we’ve dealt with myriad financial challenges, from student loans to huge medical bills (and lots and lots of smaller ones that add up!) to various repairs on an aging house to… Well, you get the idea.
And of course we’ve weathered five miscarriages — one of which fell on our anniversary, two days before Mother’s Day.
But we’re still here, bloody but unbowed.
Normally, we make a fuss for the big day. Last year we even took a trip to Seattle. And I’d hoped that this year we’d go back to Orlando, which is where we spent our honeymoon at various theme parks.
Alas, this year time got away from us along with other life factors, and nothing got planned. So we’re settling for a nice dinner out at one of our favorite restaurants in town, a local place called Bobby Q’s.
So happy anniversary to my husband, partner and best friend through all the trials and tribulations. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have had at my side through it all.
To all you married/long-term relationship folks out there: How do you celebrate anniversaries?