Today is my anniversary. I have been married to my wonderful husband for 9 years. It's been the longest 9 years of my life. Not in a bad way. I mean I just have gotten to a point where I don't quite remember what it was like to not have my husband in my life since now we've been together for actually 10 years. When I married my husband he had a five year old son, whom I adopted as my own and gave him all the love I knew how to give to a child, being as I'd never been married nor had a child before. I was quite naive about it all and now he is 14 which makes me absolutely the oldest 33 year old on the planet. Being an adoptive stepparent is emotionally exhausting. There is absolutely nothing easy, nor any word in the English language to describe what it is like to raise somebody else's child. Especially a child who spent the first 4 years of his life raised in a way I would never raise my child. But that.....is another post.
At our 7 year anniversary my husband pointed out to me that he had read somewhere that if you make it to 7 years then your chances of staying together for the rest of your life increase dramatically. Well, we've made it to 9, and I must say our chances of staying together continue to increase. Not that there was ever a chance we wouldn't stay together....except for the few times I had had it with his son... I am happier today than ever to be married to such a great man and I do mean that. And if it's possible I think I might love him more tomorrow than I do today. I know the secret to a successful marriage, I really do. Maybe someday I'll share it.
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