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13 years of (mostly) pure wedded bliss

13 years is a long time for someone that is just over 30 years old. It is a decade and a third. It is how many years come after a dozen years. It is a long time to be married for most folks and it certainly is a long time for me.

I have been working on my first (and only) marriage for the last 13 years. I got married at the age of 20 to my high school sweetheart who, at the time, was 18 years old. The story is here for those that really want to read a short blurb about how we got hitched.

While I wish I could say that our marriage has been rosy all over the place all I can really say is that we are both entirely too stubborn to throw in the towel. Because of this stubborn streak and an unusual desire to not be another one of those "divorcees" we have stuck it out. Sometime against our better judgment, sometimes amid tears and packed, sometimes amid the worst a married person could bring to the marriage.

We have pretty much done it all. And we have laughed and cried and fought and screamed and hugged and loved and hated and loved and hugged and loved each other throughout this entire ordeal, erm, marriage of ours.

We have had some pretty great years together (1995, 2000, 2002, 2005) and we have had some pretty bad years (1995, 2000, 2002, 2007, 2008). But we have always had each other. I have loved more than I have ever loved before and have been more frustrated than I have ever been before. I have felt loved, abandoned, cherished, betrayed, honored and taken advantage of. In essence, I have been part of a human relationship.

I love you Sandi Gonzalez. I am so thankful that you said yes (even if you didn't know what you were getting into AND even if you would NOT do this all over again). I am proud to be your husband.

Happy Anniversary my lady. You mean the world to me and I am so happy that I can say we made it to 13 years.