Jim and I recently celebrated our 26th wedding anniversary. Twenty-six years. Just writing that causes me to pause.
I’ve now been married for longer than I was unmarried. More years of my life have been spent as a wife than spent as a child and young woman. I’ve known my husband for more years than the years during which I did not know him. For that matter, I’ve been a mother for longer than I was not a mother. No matter how I look at it, this thought staggers me.