Today Dave and I mark 11 years together.
On Monday, despite our colds, we ended up at his uncle's for dinner. Dave was acting a clown, with everyone laughing at his antics, when his uncle turned to me and said "You had no idea what you got yourself into, did you?"
To which I replied, "Well I've been dealing with it for 11 years, so I guess I'm okay with it."
Silence descended. His aunt finally said, "Has it really been that long?"
It certainly doesn't feel like it. I won't lie - it hasn't been perfect. But there's enough good to make the rest melt away.
It's easy to forget that as life gets hectic and stresses mount. But at the end of the day, we're still together, we're still here for each other when it counts. You learn to appreciate the small moments, the little things, the everyday gestures that when compiled, create a lifetime of happiness.