Sweet sixteen

Of course, I am twenty (almost twenty one) years past being sixteen, but last week I celebrated an even sweeter occasion. My man and I have been together for sixteen whole years. I don’t know many couples nowadays who met when they were twenty who are still together and going strong like us. Our secret: laughter. Not a day goes by without laughing together. Most of the time, we are laughing about our daily life, something the kids said or did, something we heard, watched, saw... It really doesn’t matter what it is, but in the past sixteen years there hasn’t been a day we didn’t laugh together, even if it has been over the phone a lot when he was away on business. Even when we disagree (because we don’t argue), it often ends in laughter. It’s how we get our point across, it’s how we keep things light and simple, it’s who we are... it’s what we are. We celebrated with our weekly Friday night date at home. Good food, good wine, and, of course, laughter. Earlier in the day, we went shopping. No, not the clothes and shoes kind, the toaster oven and lighting kind, the kind which can actually be done in a hardware store. When I couldn’t find what I was looking for, I asked hubby if he was willing to go to that other store that I love but that he cannot stand. You know, the one that starts with a W, ends with a T, and rolls back prices like crazy... His answer: “Okay”. Wow! When I stated that he must be in a very good mood to accept so willingly he told me that he’s been in a really good mood for sixteen years now. I know. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... How sweet! Happy sweet sixteen to us!