16 Years and Counting

Over the last 16 years we have had our ups and downs but frankly, our downs have never been very low because, at the root of it all, we love each other deeply and will do anything to make sure that we do not lose what we have.

Every day, every week, every month, I find another reason to appreciate my husband even more than I already do. This week it was a simple comment that brought on tears of love. Wednesday, when work was getting me down and Squidette was not feeling well, I tuned in on the TurtleCam from my work computer and noticed the reflection of the desk chair -- and the person in the chair. A quick email was sent and within minutes the smiling visage of my husband was greeting me from my school computer. More tears.

As I reflect on the last 19 years (total, not just married) I remember simple things. Our first peck on the lips at the base of the Brooklyn Bridge. Our first real kiss -- the same night that my parents told me that I was going to have a new sibling. Fooling around in front of Penn Station. Dinner at the Carnegie Deli on the night of our wedding (the party was a lunch) -- and KFC from the only KFC in Manhattan (at the time) the next night. The birth of our children and the death of his mom. All events that make our marriage stronger and more solid every day.

Tonight we will go out for a luxurious meal and toast to many more wonderful years. And then we will return home to our sleeping children and a wonderful life together.