Last night, before turning out the light, I smiled at himself and said, “We did it!” He smiled back.
“It” was complete 5 years of marriage. We begin year six today, under a slightly more hazy sky that in 2002. Entering the competition for understatement of the year, I’ll say it’s been bumpy. I feel like we’ve been through some sort of horrible full-body version of truth or dare. Yet at the end, we’re finding ourselves on the same team. Peonies to the winners, or at least, to the survivors.