For the third year in a row, Matt is on a business trip during the first week of December. I know this because this is the third year in a row that he’s been gone on our anniversary. Honestly, it’s not like we’d be doing anything exciting on a Tuesday night in early December, so it’s not really a big deal. But eventually it would be nice to see him in person on this day just so I can tell him to his face how glad I am to be married to him.
This is our 13th anniversary. And I’m really, really happy to report that he’s still the person I most want to hang out with, whose opinion I seek first on every subject and whose thoughts matter most to me, whose presence makes me happiest and absence is felt the sharpest.
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: my early 20’s weren’t my best decision-making years, but I definitely, absolutely got this one right. Marrying Matt was my best decision ever.
I will not lie, though, marriage is not an easy state of being. It’s a constant — and I mean never-ending — process of compromising and prioritizing and listening and appreciating and adapting. I am not the same person I was 13 years ago; I have grown up and changed and evolved as my life has moved through different phases. And Matt has changed as well. It’s not hard to see how we could have changed in ways that made us less likely to agree and less inclined to want the same things. But I think we’ve worked hard, often without even knowing we were doing it, to make sure we kept our priorities in line with one another. I think we’ve kept an important focus: that what makes the other person happy is good and important and vital. As long as we’re both always working to make the other happy, we will each be happy, too — because someone else is always working to make that so.
So today, even though he’s thousands of miles away, I’m celebrating 13 years of the best decision I ever made and looking forward to spending the rest of my life working hard to make Matt happy, just the way he makes me happy, every single day.