Can I Get a 23?

Michael and I celebrated 23 years of marriage. I was 23-years-old when we were married. That means I've been with this guy for half my life. That's 23 years of enduring his flatulence and picking his shorts up off the floor everyday. 

That's a lot of toots and shorts.

Here's the best part: I love him more 23 years later than I did on the day we were married. It's a blessing.

So, to celebrate our tenacity in putting up with each other this long, we went on a date.

First we took a selfie. I look like a drag queen. 23 years really does a number on a person's features.

Then we had a delicious steak dinner and I ate like a walrus.  

Then we went to Home Depot to get a part for the bathroom sink. Can you feel the romance brewing?

Our next stop was Hobby Lobby to buy Christmas cards since they were on sale. The passion is palpable.

Then we ate ice cream and went home. Can you feel the heat?

Even though we didn't do anything particularly exciting or romantic, it was a perfect evening. My favorite thing is just being with Michael. It doesn't matter what we're doing or not doing; his presence is the gift. 

I'm grateful that our 23 years together have brought us closer, and that he truly is my partner in every way. It isn't an easy venture, but we are committed and making it work. Kudos to us.

Happy 23rd Anniversary to my love!