Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. Six years ago my husband and I stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean on Catalina Island and exchanged vows in a small and intimate ceremony. Sometimes I can hardly believe it has been six years; it seems like only yesterday. In many other ways it feels like we have shared a lifetime together already.
We have weathered both good times and bad, joys and sorrows, arrivals and losses. In six years we have moved twice, had two children, changed careers, and suffered the loss of loved ones. We've shared in the pleasure of all the rich blessings we have been bestowed and sought consolation in one another when things couldn't seem to go more wrong.
I am not always easy and yet my husband continues to love and support me. His love isn't conditional or fleeting like the love of so many relationships/friendships these days. We don't always agree yet we have always continued to love and respect one another.
If I could go back I would do it all over again. I'd stand on that cliff and pledge my life to the man I am married to today. (Only this time I would probably push his mother off the cliff, instead of merely thinking about it).