25 Years and Counting

Despite both my minister Uncle and Russ’ best man brother talking about divorce at our wedding Russ and I have made it 25 blissful years. I consider myself incredibly lucky that he chose me and has stayed around all these years. I could not have predicted that Russ would be the most generous, kind, smart, funny person I know. All I knew then was love, but now I know so much more. Despite his mother telling him he could still get out of this he chose to marry me. I’m glad she was wrong about our compatibility.
Together Russ and I knew something about us that none of those other people knew. We have always been a fairly strong team, but not blind about our faults. The one thing I know is that Russ always has my best interests at heart and I try to do the same for him, but will never match his selflessness.
We are not perfect. Russ is a terrible dancer and I am no good at sports, not that he cares. But we have grown to love things the other loves. Russ has become a fabulous cook through the years with me and I could probably be a contractor based on my study watching every episode of This Old House with him.  
The best thing about us is that we basically would rather be with each other than with anyone else. Considering in my youth I used to like a party more than most it is so funny now that Russ and I are usually the first to leave a party so we could go home and just talk to each other.
Of course the other great thing we did together was produce Carter. She is certainly a 50/50 combination of the two of us. But soon she will be off and it will be just her two old parents alone together. Thank god we really really like being together. I can’t wait to see what the next 25 years brings. If only Russ would learn to like Mah Jongg.