Ten years ago today, my husband and I were married. Ten years. One decade. About one-third of my life. It just doesn't feel like it's been that long.
But here we are, ten years later. I can't think of anything to say that wouldn't seem a bit cliche. To say that marrying him was the best thing I ever did; that he's my best friend; that we've had ups and downs, but the good always outweighs the bad ... well, it's all true. But it still doesn't seem like enough to say. So I won't say anything at all.
Except that I love this man and our life together, and that spending the last decade of my life with him really has been worth every minute.