It is supposed to be an unlucky number.
But not yesterday. Yesterday, Bruce and I celebrated 13 years of marriage.
And it was good. Luck had nothing to do with it - good or bad.
There were no fireworks, or fancy meals at restaurants with large skewers of meat or pots of chocolate. But it was good.
I take that back. There were fireworks. And balloons. Bruce drew some for me on our master bathroom memo board.
It was a simple day, simply marked by a meal together as a family and plans to go out on a date this weekend.
13 years ago, the best man at our wedding, Justin, gave a speech. And in it, he called us "a couple that works." I've reflected on this description a lot over the years and think he meant that, even though we weren't obvious choices for one another at the time (to anyone but us that is), we still made sense together to those who knew both of us well.
I truly believe that statement is as true today as it was 13 years ago. Bruce and I are not perfect, but we are perfect for each other. His strengths are my weaknesses and my strengths his weakness. And with each passing year, we get better at relying on one another to fill in our own gaps.
And isn't that a big part of what marriage is about? If you are married, how do you fill in the gaps for one another?
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Shared by Jennifer at 5/26/2011 11:29:00 AM
Labels: My Family
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