Twenty-three years is a long time. A lot can happen in 23 years, and a lot has.
Twenty-three years ago Chris and I had both recently graduated from the University of Minnesota. He was working at Unisys, and I was doing temp work while looking for an engineering job. On a sunny, brisk November 24, we said, "I do!" And we did!
Twenty-three years ago, I married my best friend, and now, 23 years hence, he is still my best friend. He comforted me through the dark days of three consecutive miscarriages. He kept me calm, faith-filled, and focused during two successful pregnancies and six successful adoptions. He has allowed me to be me...and all of the strangeness that that entails - tattoos, piercings, and purple hair; strange musical tastes (for a 48 year old); gallivanting around the country to go to music festivals. Really, you must admit, the man's a saint!
Two imperfect people, one (me) more imperfect than the other (him), have been doing life, love and faith together for a score and three years.
I love you, Chris, more today than 23 years ago! Happy anniversary!