This week, Bridget and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary. I love that woman. She is my all-time favorite person in the history of ever. Seriously. So, what did we do for our anniversary? I put her on a plane to the east coast without me. You know, your 5th anniversary is wood, your 10th is tin, your 15th is crystal, and your 18th is send your spouse halfway across the country without you.
Okay, so that’s not entirely the case. Our best friends are going through some crap right now, and Bridget’s gone out to spend some time with the wife. It just happened that the best airline ticket prices coincided with our anniversary. Sucks for us, but she’s where she needs to be right now.
This whole scenario got me thinking about our marriage. 18 years. To some, that sounds like an eternity. To others, it’s just a drop in the bucket. To us, it’s a little of both. I look back and think, “Wow, that’s a really long time.” Then I look back again and wonder where in the world all that time went.
Either way, I’m one lucky man. I know this. She knows this. And I’m not afraid to admit it. At my bachelor party, my fraternity brothers handcuffed a bowling ball to my arm to signify the ol’ ball & chain. She’s been anything but. I’ll gladly do a life sentence with her. 😉
The Lord had a purpose in our coming together, and he’s had a purpose in our keeping together. He also has a purpose in our working together (see Henry Ford). She’s my partner in life, and I’m hers. We are husband & wife, brother & sister, and co-laborers. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Happy anniversary, Bridy Girl.