Eighteen years - and I can hardly believe it's been this long - since I spoke those vows and slipped the ring of promise on that finger of his, which it's never left for a moment since that day. (Quick confession here? I've slipped mine off a time or two...it's hard to make a meatloaf without removing the ring!)
Eighteen years, and I've spent the time raising just one shy of a half-dozen children, and I can still remember the look in his eyes on that morning all filled with sunshine and promise, because I see it still every day and how can one woman be so lucky, I stop to ask in the moments when I stop looking at lack and start looking in eyes-all-loving.
Eighteen years and I'm still just madly in love with this man who I share this life-walk with.
And thanking Love Himself for this gift.