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It's 15 years today since we got married...
We met when we were 17. Dated in that last year of highschool. Went off to the same university for 4 years. Got married after that (I was 22. He, being a whole 6 months older than I, was 23). Moved 4 or 5 times by the time N was born. We have, quite literally grown up together (17 is, after all, not quite grown up). And what surprises most people is that we work together too...I mean outside of the home. We work for the same company. I don't know why that shocks people, but it does. He makes me laugh...every day. That, I truly believe, is the key. The boys were laughing at us the other night because I was trying to explain something and just moved my hands (I definitely talk with my hands) and he knew exactly what I meant without even having to use words. They thought that was funny...and he pointed out that after 15 years (20 really) you just know what the other person means. He knows my favourite word in the English language (yes, I have a favourite word - actually I have 2. One regular, and one "bookish"). He puts my favourite chocolate bar in my stocking. He thinks I am the best cook. He accepts my sock fettish. He has, on occasion, even supported it.
15 years is pretty sweet.