“But bears it out even to the edge of doom”: or, Happy 16th Anniversary to Us

Taken on our honeymoon in Costa Rica, 2004.

Taken on our honeymoon in Costa Rica, 2004.

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.
2 children.
2 dogs.
2 houses.
2 towns.
3 graduate degrees.
Too many jobs to count.
My 20s, his 30s.
My 30s, his 40s.
Our 40s and 50s.
Innumerable friendships.
3,521 hikes.
Camp High Rocks, Folly Beach, Clemson, Greenville, Charleston, Costa Rica, Brevard, Scotland, DC, Vermont.
Miles of road trip talks.
Damn good music.
Infinite laughter.
Every day arguing.
Every day dreaming.
Endless do-overs.
Always together.
I would do it again in a heartbeat.

P.S. The traditional present for the 16th wedding anniversary is wax. Who knew?

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