16 Years in What's up

Tomorrow we will be married 8 years. Half as long as we’ve known each other.

Lessons from this side of the long-term? Love is easy. Marriage is hard. It’s worth it. Especially with/for him.

We have been mostly hunkered for the pandemic. He’s working some in the office, socially distant. We haven’t missed a paycheck (defense contractors=essential) or a meal. Only the company of our friends and family Facebook can’t replace. I’ve lost one friend and many in my larger circle.

Anxiety still gets me, but I know some who have it much, much worse. We donate to the foodbank and we are taking our extra “stuff” to the shelters. Every death, every political strife, seem to hit me harder the older I get. I almost broke into tears at the pharmacy when I overheard an “I’m so sorry for your loss.” I’m a sap, but how can you not FEEL that?

He keeps me safe. He keeps me sane. He keeps me.

I’m gonna keep him, too.