You heard me right, today is our ninth wedding anniversary. We have been together now for ten years!

This is where I start waxing philosophical. When we first decided to get married, I really felt like I had lived. I was out of university and had a job. I had experienced so much already. I had dated a lot; in that good way where one learns about what you want and expect out of a partner, what you expect of your self and more importantly, what you don’t want. I learned that good relationships, really good relationships worth keeping, are not difficult. When you find that person who fits so perfectly, it’s not work, it’s fun and relaxed. And every day is better than the day before. Every day reaffirms that I have chosen wisely.

Ten years on and I feel that I have only just started really living. This past year has brought on a newness and excitement to our relationship. We are both experiencing so much that is new. We’ve both commented a number of times in the months that we’ve lived here that we’ve been experiencing that “new relationship feel.” It’s warm, fuzzy, glowing, smiley feelings all around.

On the one hand, it feels like we have lived in England a long time, at the same time though, the time has flown by. The same odd passage of time is reflected in our marriage. Ten years is a long time, but it hasn’t felt like that much time has passed. In some ways we are still those kids, but we have grown, and changed together. We still fit together so perfectly. It’s hard to imagine life without Mark or before Mark. I honestly can’t imagine myself being anywhere else but by his side. Where ever he is, that’s home.

After a night of putting curlers in your hair, much giggling and other silliness, here’s to the next nine!