To the Girls Out There--
I'm celebrating my 18th wedding anniversary today.
He is my high school sweetheart, a love story that's gone on since (if you believe my mother) our first day of 6th grade when I came home exclaiming over the cute boy in my math class. The official story starts a few years later, but this part makes for an adorable prequel.
I've been thinking what to tell you. 18 years is a long time...
I always feel like I cheated Luck a little bit. Like I ended up with a man that I don't quite deserve. He isn't like most men - I've learned that as a grown-up, though sometimes I forget it. He's been mature since he was 16, which I make up for by being perpetually childish.
I guess that what I want to tell you is this:
That is the quality I am most humbled by that I get to experience, that I least deserve - but yet that I think you must look for. It is the thing that sets him apart from most men, the thing that raises him above the rest, and the decision that means everything. I never test whether I am most important in my husband's life -- because I don't need to.
Wait for the one that can love you selflessly. The good ones are worth waiting for -- or for snatching up early before anyone else figures out what's sitting in front of them... in the 6th grade, if necessary.
P.S. to my daughters: I'm kidding. 6th grade is a terrible time to look for a husband. As is 7th, 8th, 9th... actually, let's just hold off on this till you're about 40. Love, Mom