ten

Ten years ago today Dave and I got married.

We had no money.

We had no jobs.

We were both going to grad school in the fall but we didn't know what or where we wanted to be when we grew up.

The only thing of value that we owned was a beat-up dozen-year-old hand-me-down Chevy. I think my engagement ring was worth more than that car.

We didn't plan on having kids, but there was talk of a dog someday. We just didn't think Tyler was ready for it.

We were already living together for practically five years and we were certainly doing it. There was no saving oneself for marriage here. That's a stupid rule. Can you imagine marrying someone only to find out that there was no spark in the sexytime? Or he had a weird penis AND that he didn't pick up his dirty socks or put the toiletseat down or left his Qtips on the sink or or or or? That's stuff you should know about someone before you sign the ownership papers.

We didn't live alone after the ceremony. We went from 2 years of living next door to one another in the dorms to 3 years of having our own apartment to moving in with two friends. That lasted less than one year.

We didn't ever want to buy a house. That's too much trouble and responsibility. We were secretly happy when the car disappeared one day.

We didn't have a solid plan for the future and we weren't even sure where the past disappeared to.

We were just in love.

And that's proved to be as good a reason as any.

We've been rich, we've been poor, we've been sick, we've been health, we've been worse, and it's only getting better.