If you had asked me fifteen years ago where I would be today, this probably would not have been my answer. I had different ideas at 18 that didn't involve the suburbs 10 miles from the house where I grew up or a career in housewifery and that were decidedly more glamorous and outrageous than real life usually turns out to be. But, if you had asked me 15 years ago who I would be spending my undefined life with today, I probably would have hazarded a guess that it would be Chris.
Today is our 15th anniversary, although we seem to disagree as to the 15th anniversary of what exactly. Chris feels it is the 15th anniversary of the night I picked him up in a bathroom. I think it is the 15th anniversary of... erm... something else entirely. Either way, I knew early on that we were kindred spirits, that by starting up with this guy I was probably committing myself to the long haul. And I am happy to have made it 15 years in with no end in sight.
It hasn't all been good, in fact some of it has been pretty damned miserable. It hasn't all been happy, I haven't loved every minute of it and, to be honest, I haven't even loved him every minute of it. But here we are, and as they say, we are still married. Happily married, wouldn't change it for the world married, can't imagine it any other way married. And blessed beyond reason by our quiet little life, our happy little family, all those things that would have sounded so boring to me 15 years ago but that have turned out to be everything I ever wanted.