All my life, I was looking for love. So much so that it was to the detriment of opportunities in my 20s and dreams in my teens. I wanted “the guy,” the family, the babies – more than the career, the independence, the ME.
So when I fell into a quick marriage at 28, I wanted it to be forever. I ignored the signs and the off-chemistry, and we jumped in and had three wonderful kids. But that ship sailed on rocky seas for eight years until I finally gained the confidence and strength to stand alone.
When I divorced, I didn’t do it to find someone else. But deep down I hoped I would. I divorced at 37, so that would be a long, long life spent alone if I didn’t stumble upon someone for whom I was better suited to share my life.
That is Dan. From the minute we met, we knew it was something different. The chemistry just clicked – and ever since we met in the fall of 2009, we have been enjoying our time together.
Three years ago today, our children accompanied us down a grassy aisle to a lakeside chuppah and we pledged to love each other and support each other and spend the rest of our lives together. My brother and one of my brothers-in-law performed the marriage ceremony.
It was the hottest day of that summer – which is hard to believe today, with overcast skies and temps in the 60s.
And I am so grateful that I am lucky enough to have found it.
On this auspicious day, as he and I celebrate three years of wedded bliss, I wish for everyone in the world this kind of partnership. We have fun together. A weekend spent alone is never long enough.
And when I am worried or lonely or happy as can be, he’s the one I turn to.
Happy anniversary, my darling. Wishing love to the entire world.