"A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married" --H.L. Mencken

Yesterday was our dating anniversary of 13 years. And, coupled with life and all of its' daily requirements, that was too much pressure to put on a regular mid-week day. So, the day exploded and showered us with all of its' blood and guts. We were a mess and it took all day to clean that crap up. Luckily, only us adults had to do the cleaning. Both of us were right and both of us were wrong, we just couldn't make the other see the other's perspective. So be it. I think when you go to apply for your marriage license, you should also be assigned a marital referee. Someone who is readily available to step in, listen to both sides and then mediate. (To the man) What she is saying is ... and what you are failing to realize is... Okay, so that may be a biased referee, but you get the idea.

I think we are all aware that there are major differences between man and woman. The fact that men and women find each other cute and easy to get along with so much so that they decide to take vows in front of their families and friends promising to hold them for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, and to love and to cherish them forever is wonderful and crazy at the same time. But, we are in fact crazy in love.

Thirteen years ago, we were in San Antonio with our friends after attending our Senior Prom. (*a trip that I WOULD NEVER ALLOW Kale or Mack to take!!!!!!!!! Funny how those ideas seem ludricous to me as a parent now. Are you crazy? Driving to another city in a van with your crazy friends while y'all laugh and talk loudly which will undoubtedly distract the driver?!?! And exit the freeway so fast that your friend almost flips the car and splatters you and your new boyfriend's (insert girlfriend, or not) brain on the feeder road?!?! Sorry, Mom, and thanks for letting me go. And on Mother's Day weekend, no less.) Anyway, we were kids in...er...love, oh, I don't know what you'd call it. We certainly called it love, but looking back...can 17/18 year olds be in love? Maybe. We knew we liked each other and took it from there.

We grew up together, studied and paid bills together. We fought and we laughed and we were happy. Happy to have found each other. Throughout these years, we've held on tightly for whatever the tide would bring. Sometimes the water is calm and serene and you float on through enjoying the scenery and what this life together has brought you. And other times, the waves are forceful and crashing, but you both continue to hold on making sure the other person is safe and isn't letting go. We're not racking up years. We're traveling...and its' been a vacation.