Yesterday, Paul and I celebrated our 23rd anniversary.
23rd. As in 2 years away from 25.
How can 23 feel so short and so long, all at the same time?
It's amazing how much we have become a part of each other. Some days I'm not sure where I end and he begins.
God has gifted us with a sweet, harmonious relationship. (Well, most days anyway.) We enjoy blessed times together.
Life as a married woman, for me, is good. I realize that this is not so for everyone and I am eternally grateful to God for His grace that enables Paul and I to live in such harmony.
23 years. Wonder where the next 23 will take us?