Today is April Fools. This is one of my favorite days of the year.
It was on this day 10 years ago,
my husband proposed to me
It was on this day 10 years ago,
I told him, "Yes, I would spend the rest of my life with him."
And it was on this day, 10 years ago,
our "marriage" began.
In my heart, I believe that the day he asked and I accepted, that was the day we were married.
That is the day that truly matters to me. The wedding day, the wedding itself; gravy.
A celebration with others of our love for each other. An official ceremony to declare ourselves to each other. A piece of paper recognizing that love by the government. That day, May 26, is very important too.
But April First, will always be the real beginning of my marriage.
This year is the first time in 10 years that DaddySpeak and I have been apart on our engagement anniversary. He's sailing with the menfolk of the family in the Bahamas. I'm fine with the fact that he's on the trip. I'm happy he got to take the trip, (though I admit I'd be happier for him if I was on the trip with him.) But today I'm sad and missing him, more than most days.