I have been married to my husband for 20 years. 20 years. It doesn’t seem that long. I still constantly replay our dating days in my head – for they were so romantic. He really wooed me. And our first few years of marriage were challenging due to circumstances out of our control.
We’ve made it through so much – he and I.
I see now, how my love for him was an immature love. How, over time, it has matured into something deeper and more meaningful than when it first began. He is truly my best friend. The one I run to, to tell my hurts to, and the one I can’t wait to celebrate my joys with. The one who I still find very handsome and who can make my heart skip a beat.
He has different looks and I can read them – without him saying a word. I know when something is wrong and I know when something is right.
I love that I can read his emotions in his eyes. That’s something that 20 years together gives you.
I don’t always understand my husband, as I know, he doesn’t always understand me. But we’re always committed to trying to learn. There is still so much to learn about each other, so much more to love.
In the first few years of marriage, the love we shared was magical. It was fresh and fun. But I can honestly say that although love changes with time….it only gets better. I still have fun with my husband and he still makes me smile. Not everything is as new or fascinating as it once was, but the knowing and understanding only make what we have stronger and deeper.
The hurts we’ve been through as well as the joys, grow us. Bond us. And I’m indebted to each new day that we have together.
I will forever love holding his hand or having his arms wrap around me. I will always know his scent, and his presence in our home and in my heart, give me the joy and peace I need to navigate the rest of life’s difficulties – knowing I have that someone standing with me and for me.
20 years. A true gift. Our love truly has grown, changed, and evolved.
Only time and commitment can allow that to happen.