Fourteen years ago, The Husband and I were a couple of young (and in my case, very young 😉 ) bucks without two dimes to rub together. I wore big glasses and we both had bad haircuts.
I slipped on a puffy white dress and walked down an aisle to say some “I do’s” and whatnot. We giggled. We smooched. He became “The Husband” and I became “The Wife.” We moved in drafty, run down house with cracks in the walls and, on occassion, very large roaches in the kitchen (even though our address was “Country Club Drive”–LOL!). Our only child was furry and named “Buster” (who later ran away; thankfully, our other children have not). He was in youth ministry; I was still in college. We didn’t have much, but we had each other.
Turns out, that was plenty.