I learned from my own observations of my parents’ relationship and others that love does not have to be perfect, but it should be right.
This month I celebrated my 25th wedding anniversary with the only man I have ever loved. I suppose it has become rare for marriages to survive for that many years, and even rarer for those relationships to be truly happy ones. I like to think that ours is a unique union, given that I first met my husband on a blind date when I was only sixteen. We married just two years later, the summer following my high school graduation. I was an “old” eighteen year-old, with some insight about what love should look like. Looking back, I knew a lot less than I truly believed I knew. But, I was right about one thing-ours is a love meant to be.