13 Years

My husband gives me a hug and kiss every morning before he leaves for work.

My husband gives me a hug and kiss every night when he gets home from work.

My kids think this is the most disgusting thing they’ve ever seen.

We laugh.

One day my daughters will get married.

One day my daughters will have children.

One day their children will see their mommy and daddy kissing and think it’s the most disgusting thing they’ve ever seen.

They will laugh.

It’s been 13 years.  We’ve laughed for 13 years.  We’ve also cried, yelled, fought, shopped, loved, moved, traveled, had children.  It’s been a bumpy road.  Up and down.  For better or worse.  In sickness and in health.  For richer or poorer.

13 years ago we stood under the chupah and exchanged rings.  We said vows.  We kissed.

13 years from now we’ll be in our 50’s.  Our daughters will be 23, 21 and 19.  The house will be quiet.  The toys will be gone.

13 years goes by in the blink of an eye.

13 years.

Happy Anniversary Honey.

I love you.