Again, Again

At 4:45 this morning, I lay wide awake, staring at the clock and listening to Honey's coughing in his room upstairs. I had just fed him and was waiting to hear an unwelcome cough, cough *sputter* come from his crib. As I listened in the darkness, I realized that a decade ago, I was up at the same time, feeling similar clenches of nervousness, but over a completely different cause.

It was just after 4:30 a.m. that I made my way around the unfamiliar hotel room in Oakland, Calif. My alarm had gone off, but in reality I had been awake hours before, tossing and turning, trying to get as much sleep as possible before one of the biggest days of my life. I quickly made my way to the bathroom, took a deep breath, looked in the mirror and thought, "well, this is it."

People say that getting married changes your life forever. For me, it wasn't a change. Being with DH was like coming home. Effortless, really. It was having children that changed life, but that's another story.

I can think of a dozen cliche things to say about our marriage, but those things seem trite when I think about the 10 years of happiness, struggle, hard work, fun, and joy that these past 10 years have brought to me. If I had to choose the two best things about the past decade, they would be the excellent view of looking back and the exciting prospective of looking forward to the next 10.

Happy Anniversary, DH!