This weekend, the woman that introduced me to Outdoor Guy asked me “So do you feel like you have a strong marriage? Everything is good?”
Without hesitation, I answered “Yes.”
While this friend and I were once quite close, life and jobs have moved us in different directions. The weekend was a great opportunity to touch base with one another, and I think she just really wanted to know in her heart I was doing well.
“Yes,” I answered again with a bit more urgency. “We’re great.”
Today, as I sit here on our eighth wedding anniversary, my “yes” just doesn’t seem adequate enough of an answer. It doesn’t capture the depth of my feelings for and about the amazing man I married. The man that keeps me grounded and lets me soar. The man that wipes my tears and kicks me in the butt. The man that lifts me up and brings my head out of the clouds.
In many ways, it feels like we’ve been married longer than just eight years. We’ve endured the birth of our child, the death of my father, the loss of two pregnancies and the death of two beloved dogs. We’ve survived three moves and two career changes.
Some of the ladies were ribbing me about sneaking out of camp to call Outdoor Guy and check in. But that’s what makes us who we are. I don’t call him out of any sense of obligation or because we need to keep tabs on each other. I genuinely want to talk to him, to hear his voice, to know how his day went. And he wants to know how things are going for me, too.
We love each other. We respect each other. We value the strengths and support the weaknesses of each other. We are a team.
I’ve over-thought and second-guessed many decisions in my life. But never him. Never us. I didn’t hesitate to say yes eight years ago in our vows and I won’t hesitate to say yes when someone asks me if my marriage is still going strong. Yes. Yes. A thousand times, yes.