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Twenty-one Years of Marriage



Twenty-one years ago today I was shaky about everything but the assurance that the next step for me was to marry Mocha Dad.  I was only twenty-two years old!

I am feeling especially grateful towards all of the friends and family who stood with us in support that day.  Some of whom must have been collectively scratching their heads to see me say I do only one month after graduating college.  My future husband had several more intense years to finish up in graduate school.  Life is funny because while adjusting to marriage was challenging, and having both of us pursue graduate degrees at the same time meant our schedules were grueling, I remember those first years as being some of the happiest in my life.

I am so glad I took that step.  I could never have anticipated all of the Mocha blessings.  Thank God for being in it and continuing to help us through.  Marriage is hard work and we haven't reached perfection by any stretch of the imagination, but we are happy to have each other.

Our romantic plans today include an intense day of work beating a deadline for Mocha Dad, as I take our son to his new student orientation at the university in preparation for starting college this fall.

Romantic?

Not really, but so apropos!

We will do better tomorrow, but I am so happy today.

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