I brought tons of baggage into my marriage 29 years ago. My long-suffering husband has carried it for me ever since. He's a saint. But if you tell him I said that, I'll deny it to the death.
We've been through some very difficult years with more ups and downs and twists and turns than our countless rides on Disney's Space Mountain. Many times I didn't know how we would make it, but somehow I always knew we would. Of course there were plenty of times I wasn't sure I wanted to and I'm pretty sure my husband felt the same. But I think we both knew we were better together than we could ever be alone.
Life is a journey, destination unknown. Sometimes the ride is smooth, sometimes it rough, but if we're really lucky we'll have someone by our side to guide us when we lose our way.
Happy anniversary to my wonderful travel companion.