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We have this obnox­ious lit­tle sing-song that we sing when we’re wait­ing for some­thing (or some 8 year old boy to hurry and tie his shoe for the upteenth time).  It’s a warped-worded song that orig­i­nally had some­thing to do with George Washington:

10 days later, sit­tin’ on the Delaware
Chewin’ on my under­wear.
Wish I had another pair.
3 days later, bit­tin’ by a polar bear.
Won­der why the polar bear died.

Appar­ently 10 days is a really long time.

So what does that make 10 years?

A stinkin’ long time in today’s social spec­trum for marriages.

Yep, today is J and I’s 10th anniver­sary.  If all goes well I get to mark off one of the things on my bucket list.  I’ll let you know if I get to do it.  Here’s a hint:  It all depends on the weather -  there can be no storms within 100 miles of us and the wind can’t be too bad.

It’s mind bog­gling to me when I tell some­one that I’ve been mar­ried 10 years and the response it, “REALLY?  That’s so long…what is your secret?”  Are you kid­ding me?  How sad is that?

You have two peo­ple that, unless you lived under the same roof your whole lives together, are bring­ing two cul­tures together and try­ing not to kill each other. For J and I, he’s a North­erner and I’m a Southerner/Foreigner.  We were both raised in Chris­t­ian homes, but yet a lot of our spir­i­tual upbring­ing are no where near the same.  My idea of rough­ing it and his idea are very dif­fer­ent. I’m not flex­i­ble and he’s not organized.

Con­sid­er­ing all and all, we’ve sur­vived pretty good.  We’ve learned how to fight, laugh, play and love.

Now our dif­fer­ences have a ten­dency to bal­ance each other out. He has patience were I don’t.  My glass is usu­ally half-full where his can be a lit­tle below half-empty. He teaches our boys how to be adven­tur­ous and I teach the boys how to have a “can do” atti­tude. We both teach them how to be responsible.

Honey, it’s been a hard year on our mar­riage, our boys and our faith.  I’m thrilled that as we cel­e­brate today that we’re at the base of the sil­ver lin­ing.  I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with any one else.