“The truth about love is it comes and it goes…it’s all the poetry that you’ve ever heard…” — P!nk
After 15 years of marriage, I’ve learned a few things. P!nk is dead on. The truth about love is it comes and it goes. Sometimes you feel like your heart is going to burst because he fills you up with so much love. Other times you just wish he would stop farting so loudly in bed and take out the garbage. Sometimes you can’t wait to share a glass of wine and a piece of chocolate and tales of your day and other days you just want to go upstairs, shut the door, enjoy your glass of wine alone and read a book. Sometimes he’s the funniest person in the room and you laugh out loud at his jokes. Other times you just want quiet. But the truth about true love? It’s ok that it comes and it goes because at the end of each day you feel lucky that he’s yours.
We were so young when we got married. At the time I remember being offended on my wedding day when someone said I looked like a baby and was too young to be getting married. I was 22, how dare they! Now I see 22 year olds and think they look 12 so I understand. It’s amazing to me that Matt and I knew we were right at such a young age. I could hear his song to my heart and knew it was just for me.
From the day he let me borrow his sweatshirt, to the day he didn’t leave me a tip, to the day he showed up at my sorority house wasted and every single moment since he sent me that care package, I’ve been completely his. We’ve been through more in our 15 years than most people do in a lifetime and we’ve come out stronger. There’s no one else on this planet I’d rather be with. Each and every day.
We’ve done a great job over the years of putting us first. It’s not easy to do when you have three kids. We both know that the kids are happy if we are happy. We also know that some day the boys will have their own life and we better still like each other. We make an effort each and every day to connect on a level that doesn’t include pull-ups, soccer,homework and schedules. In 11 years when we are (sort of) empty nesters, I don’t want to look at him and say “Who are you?”, I want to look at him and say “YEE HAW! Let’s get this party started!”
Not only would I still pick Matt, I’d marry him the morning after he let me borrow his sweatshirt. And I’d never, ever let him go.
Here’s hoping and wishing and praying we are lucky enough to have many, many, many more.