My wife and I recently celebrated our 5-year anniversary.
On the one hand, I can't believe it has already been 5 years, but paradoxically, I have a hard time remembering what it was like to be on my own.
I still wake up every morning in shock that I actually got her to say yes. She is my match in every possible way, and I can't think of a better person to deal with all my eccentricities.
She is a saint, and I'm lucky to have her.
I've always said that my dad had an extremely important trait. He had the uncanny ability to marry beyond his station, and he passed that down to each of his sons.
I'm living proof.