Twenty-six

Today is our 26th anniversary.   Twenty-six years feels like a long time, but I am grateful for eternity.  Forever feels about right.

Marriage is a good idea.  Marriage to Adam is an even better idea.  A while ago, my dad said that I was fortunate to have married someone so intelligent.

I said, "I knew what I was doing."

Like I deserved the credit.

I don't really think I did know what I was doing though.  I knew I was marrying someone who would be unfailingly kind to me; I knew I was marrying someone who was smart and good and witty.  I didn't know what a good dad he would be.  I didn't know what a pillar of strength he would be to me in trials.  I didn't know that he would always know exactly what food I felt like eating, even when I told him I didn't feel like eating anything.  I didn't know he would know how to set my alarm clock when that thing is a complete mystery to me.  I didn't know that he would be willing, even want to, read all the directions so I wouldn't have to.  I didn't know how much I would appreciate him when everything feels fraught and uncertain.

I'm always certain of him.