It took me a while to figure that out. For so long, it was all about getting to the end, the goal, the destination. Go to school. Get a job. Get married. Have kids. Buy a nice house. Retire.
At what point do you figure out there's more? And that a journey is better when you share it?
I don't know when I did, but what I have discovered has everything to do with this man.
I knew pretty early on that this guy was the one, and I like to think that felt the same way about me.
What I didn't know was that he'd turn out to be such an amazing husband, the best father, and the most loyal and reliable friend.
There are so many moments I could share, so many memories, the mere recollection of one brings the flood of dozens more.
We definitely aren't where we thought we'd be when we set out on this journey nine years ago, but I wouldn't want it any differently, and most assuredly I wouldn't want it with anyone else.
So as we come up to this mile marker on our little trek through life, I just have to say that I'm up for any journey, as long as it's with you. Sweaty hands and all.
Happy Anniversary, Mr. B.