The first half of the title of this post is from William Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 116.” Feels apropro for these wild and woolly times … and for marriage in general.
Today is our 16th wedding anniversary.
16 years of marriage.
3 graduate degrees.
Too many jobs to count.
My 20s, his 30s.
My 30s, his 40s.
Our 40s and 50s.
Camp High Rocks, Folly Beach, Clemson, Greenville, Charleston, Costa Rica, Brevard, Scotland, DC, Vermont.
Miles of road trip talks.
Damn good music.
Every day arguing.
Every day dreaming.
I would do it again in a heartbeat.
P.S. The traditional present for the 16th wedding anniversary is wax. Who knew?