Thirteen Years

Today the husband and I celebrate thirteen years of marriage. This October will mark twenty years together as a couple. Twenty years. Over half of our lifetime. I'm not exaggerating when I say that we grew up together. I don't know a life without Mr. David Kargas. I am a lucky woman indeed.

I usually try and post something sweet in honor of our anniversary, but just like writing a meaningful greeting card, it gets more challenging each year. Is that because we have been together for so many years that there is no longer any romance? Is it because I have nothing left to say?

No.

It is because with each passing year it becomes more impossible to put my feelings into words. After twenty years everything feels so trite. I can say that I love him, but we say that everyday. I can say that he is an amazing husband, father and man, but I have said that a million times and it doesn't express enough.There aren't any words that can express my gratitude for my life, and after all this time, David is woven into the fabric of who I am. I used to think that it was so important to have an identity separate from my spouse's. While I still feel the need to have occasional time to myself, and explore my own personal interests, it is now impossible to untangle David from my identity. We grew up together. We have influenced each other in so many ways, he will always be a part of who I am and who I will become. I could not be any more grateful that at 18 years of age, I found him.  Lucky doesn't begin to describe it.

So Happy Anniversary David. Even if I can put it in words, I think that you know how I feel.