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This week Josh and I celebrated our anniversary.  14 years!

I kept thinking how fun how fun it has been to share my life with someone.  My children.  My passions.  My dog.  My house.  My dinners.  My jokes.  My toilet.  My talents.  My socks.  His paycheck.  My bed.  My joys.  My heartbreaks.

The heartbreak part is not necessarily fun, but I don't know how I could have kept that to myself.

I have wanted to marry Josh since I was 12 years old.  I had no idea what that even meant back then.  I honestly don't think I had a really good idea at 21, when it actually happened.  I thought our love had maxed out the day we knelt over the alter.  But at that point we had only promised and wanted to be there for each other through sickness and health, happies and sorrow, for better or worse, richer or poorer.  14 years later we have loved each other through all these scenarios.  I now have a better idea of what marriage is.  It is more complicated and more amazing than I ever imagined.  Hoping for many more years together.

Our honeymoon was fantastic!  We did a dinner with family and close friends after the wedding, and used the money my parents gave us for a reception to fly to the Yucatan Peninsula.

I had the brilliant idea of saving some cash and sleeping in our hammock tied to a couple of palm trees on the beach one night.  We checked into a hotel by midnight.

At one point I walked into a salon in Merida and cut my hair 'short' for the first time since I was a little girl.  Josh told me I looked like a school teacher.  Suddenly I looked like a very hurt and dejected school teacher, "What?!"  I was supposed to look like a bride!  Josh on the defense, "Hey!  I know a lot of hot school teachers!"  "WHAT?!"  Because of course, I was suddenly the only hot person he knew because we were married.  First year of marriage fights.  Awesome.

Josh's face.  So funny.  Hey, we had waited a long time for the share-your-bed part of marriage.  ;)