Two decades have gone by since we said "I do".
It's a long time.
We were all the things we shouldn't have been. Young. Not fully independent; heck I still lived at home. Unprepared.
But we were also many of the things that a couple should be: Friends, similar in values, determined to learn about each other, accepting.
That friendship thing goes a long way when you have a disagreement.
This week, we celebrate all the important stuff. Twenty years of laughter, of support, of hugs, of shared joy, of shared pain. It's pretty amazing. Glenn's family has a long tradition of "keepers"-- his grandparents celebrated 61 years together before his Grandpa passed, and his parents have been married more than 45. We've learned from the best.
What happens in 20 years?
1. We've had 5 elections and are heading into number 6.
2. We've had 3 Presidents. We might get a fourth this fall.
3. Oklahoma City, Columbine High School, and both World Trade Center attacks, as well as the attack on the Pentagon-- they all happened.
4. Hurricanes Andrew, Katrina, Irene, Ike and more have all wreaked untold damage.
5. Nearly 80 million babies were born in the US. Two of those were ours.
6. The US military has fought in Somalia, Bosnia/Kosovo, Afghanistan and Iraq. (Those were the big newsmakers; we know other military members have been assigned elsewhere when it wasn't exactly peaceful.)
7. We have lost pets, and gained new loves.
8. We have moved 5 times, which for a military family is a pretty small number.
9. Together, our children have attended 9 schools, not including after-school or day care/preschool programs.
10. Three deployments, three years of recruiting, one tour in Korea and untold NTC/gunnery/STX/field trainings later-- Yeah, I'd still do it again.
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