Ten Years After the Altar

 10 years ago a wonderful man chose me as his wife. 10 years ago I chose a wonderful man to be my husband.

10 years ago, we barely had a clue as to what that choice meant.

Many people gave us their experiences and ideas about it, and of course we had our own, but it’s time that teaches the truth, isn’t it, and I’m glad we’ve given ourselves the chance to learn.

Learning isn’t always without adversity, but if the lesson teaches us to love and honor each other in bigger and better ways, It’s always worth it.

Sometimes I try to replay our ceremony in my mind so I can hear the words we spoke to each other on our wedding day, but the minutiae of the occasion has scattered the memory.

Though I wish I could still hear us making our promises to each other, I know that our day-to-day life is evidence of our vows.

I am proud of and thankful for the life we’ve forged together. We have flitted through deliriously dreamy days, and we have pressed on through days of work and misfortune, but never losing our love along the way.

You see, our life has been blessed, and our trajectory has been permanently set on greatness. If I had another chance to choose you I would do it in a heartbeat.

When I first met you, I chose you because you were the most strong and handsome man I had ever met.

When we decided to stay together despite the distance, I chose you because you were kind, intelligent, and headed for a bright future.

When we stood together at the altar, I chose you because I knew I loved you.

Today I choose you because I cannot possibly live without you.