On Saturday, Phil and I celebrated our 11th anniversary. Eleven doesn't sound very impressive, so I'm going to add that we were also celebrating our twenty-one year anniversary-of-togetherness
(yes, I see you doing the math). I've spent more of my life with him, than without him and I'm so proud of where we are, today. I'm grateful for the years of our youth, when we were young and selfish and reckless with one another's hearts, because through each of these experiences, we grew up just a little bit and learned why it was we still loved one another and why we still wanted to be together. I remember
the exact day we both decided that we'd had enough and that we were done hurting one another. I remember our conversation, the tears and the promised whispers of new beginnings. It was a beautiful turning point in our relationship.
And here we are today, having just celebrated eleven years of marriage and twenty-one years of life together. I know this sounds so cliche, but really, just when I think I couldn't possibly love him more, I wake up and realize that
I do.
{June 1st, 2002}
I woke up early on Saturday morning and opened my eyes to roses and a card he had propped up on my nightstand with lettering big enough for me to read, because I am blind as a bat in the mornings without my glasses or contacts. :)
We enjoyed a leisurely, lazy Saturday morning together and it wasn't until I asked where we were going to dinner that evening to celebrate, that he surprised me with the news that we had a little stay-cation planned over on the West Side. He had made dinner reservations and booked a hotel room in Ka'anapali.
{Black Rock at Sunset.}
Everything about our weekend was perfect. I always feel a little "sad" when vacations or getaways come to an end , because I feel like every minute of our time together is amazing and I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be than engulfed in this precious and perfect bubble of space and time with the love of my life (can anyone else commiserate?).
Phil and I laughed so much this weekend. We laughed long and hard and drew stares from nearby tables, but I didn't care, because
we were so in sync. While enjoying afternoon cocktails and after we took the self-portrait below, a stranger asked us if we were honeymooners. It was
the best compliment, ever. (Thank you, lady in pink!)
I love being married!
