Something told me not to believe this guy. "He's scared. That's all," I thought to myself. So I hung in there.
Sure enough, after six years of dating, a wedding, a kid, and now 20 years of marriage, I guess my instincts were right on target.
No marriage is perfect, of course, so I'm not going to say it's all been total bliss these past 20 years. We've had the typical ups and downs. But nothing terribly trying, no major catastrophes, and no serious illnesses, thank goodness. The usual stuff.
The thing is, although we love each other, we've always "liked" each other too. We enjoy each other's company, we make each other laugh, and we are comfortable together. We care for one another and we respect each other. This is what's long-lasting. When we first met, Paul had six-pack amazing abs and I was a lot more petite than I am now. Those things might have changed, but what hasn't is that I love him as much today as in the very beginning.
So Happy Anniversary to my husband and friend, Paul.
(Did I mention that he also said he never wanted to own a pet?)