Love is hard. It's only easy in the movies. True love requires patience and understanding and time. It requires a sense of humor and occasionally a swift kick in the ass.
Todd and I are not the perfect couple, but I've come to discover that there is no such thing as a perfect couple. Even celebrity couples who appear perfect on the red carpet probably go home and argue over who left the cap off of the toothpaste. Your friends - the ones who you look at and think "Why can't we be like them?" - have their own issues and struggles. Perfect does not exist in a marriage.
But Todd and I have patience and understanding and a sense of humor - we also occasionally have to give each other the aforementioned swift kick. We have days were we are in perfect sync and are a great team. And other days, we are two drunk monkeys careening in opposite directions. But that's where the time part comes in. We have the gift of tomorrow to try again to make things right.
Nine years ago we promised to be with each other for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. And admittedly, some days we question whether we were in our right minds to make those kind of broad, sweeping vows before our family and friends and God.
But then we look at our children. And we find ourselves holding hands on drive home from a particularly bad restaurant experience with them. And we laugh. And we know we were right.
Happy Anniversary Todd. I love you more today than the day we married. I look forward to getting to the point where we can laugh about all of this together, sitting on a front porch in rocking chairs, holding hands.
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