Eric and I are aiming for the Death! half of that equation.
Twelve long/short years ago we tied the knot in front of friends and family, high on a mountain in Colorado (The mountain was high. We weren't high. No, really. Aw hell...you know what I mean!). Since then, we've had our ups and downs and sideways moments.
First, (Well, after 5 years of being DINKs and travelling. Not that I miss that life. Much. Very often. Sniffle!) and the decision to have a child. Whew! That was pretty crazy. Then the decision to have a second, except Whoops! Bonus baby! Now we're ~8 months into our Twin Adventure and are still managing to make one another laugh, even if it is often laughter tinged with hysteria and/or exhaustion.
While we've "only" been married for 12 years, we've actually been together for 16: 3 years dating, 1 year engaged and 12 married. Took him awhile before he realized that I really was THE ONE and future mother of his
That's sixteen years in which to learn each other's anecdotes, habits and quirks. And yet? He still loves me. (Although I think he might be tired of hearing the one about having my arm up to here in a pregnant cow.)
To Eric, my sweetheart: the best laundry-doingest, breakfast/lunch/dinner-cookingest, child-wranglingest, diaper-changingest, garden-hole-diggingest, funniest (even when it hurt to laugh), computer-gamingest honey a woman could ever ask for. (Plenty of women have asked, too. Sorry! No brothers!)
Here's to death do us part! By my estimate, you've got 60 years left....
P.S. Tell me the one again about your Wiffle Ball Injury? *snork!*