It’s knowing one another so well that we can have entire conversations without saying words. We communicate so much with our eyes and hands. I know what it means when you make certain faces at me. You know what I’m saying when my hands play on your chest.
It’s being able to adapt to one another’s moods and knowing how to balance the other off when it comes to the children.
It’s facing all the big decisions and even the little ones as a team.
It’s the way we can complete each other’s sentences.
It’s dreaming of the future together. Still. Always.
21 years ago at just 19 years old I married you. People actually took bets not on how long we would last, but how quickly we would split. What the hell do a 19 and 20 year old know about being married? Not much, admittedly. But that’s been one of the most beautiful things about our marriage. We’ve made the rules up as we go. We’ve taken life head on and, although some challenges have seriously shaken us, we’ve never let them beat us.
We talk. A lot. It’s not always pretty. Sometimes we shout, sometimes we scream, but we always talk. There are days when I feel like we might as well be speaking two entirely separate languages. Like Germanic trying to converse with Urdu. But the language we speak without words is the one that has saved us time and again.
It all feels so much easier on this side of the 20 year milestone. Because now we know that we cannot be broken. At least, as long as your heart is okay. (That was scary, love, don’t do that again)
I am proud of many things in my life but I am most proud of what we have achieved together.
And I love you.