Hubby and I have been married for over 7 years now. Together for almost nine or ten. The jury is still out on that one. We love and appreciate each other, which is remarkable. But it never occurred for me to do was to be excited that we are still married. Last week I saw a couple that I haven’t seen in a while. She worked with us when we had the cafe. And he loved hot, hot coffees. They knew how quickly we got engaged. How young we still were when we got married.
Maybe like most people we freaked them out a little.
So they asked if I was still married.
I was a bit surprised actually.
I spluttered out yes. Of course.
They weren’t offensive or anything about it. Just checking in on the goss, what was new with me and all things like that. We chatted about Hubby and that it turns out I did alright with him and that we were still going strong. I made a joke about getting out of it not really be an option for me. Which isn’t a joke at all. I intend to be married until either my Hubby or I am dead. Touch wood. That’s how I say it goes for us.
And in that conversation I reaffirmed my commitment to my husband. In a simple conversation with two people who attended our wedding, I reaffirmed that I loved him, that I chose him and that I would always make an effort to have our relationship work. Like a vow renewal only Hubby was at work. He misses all the fun stuff.