I married her 116 months ago
Driving to Salt Lake City in the summer of 1999, my wife and I stoped to take a picture. One of the only ones from when we started dating.
We started celebrating our wedding each month from the very beginning. It annoyed me the first year. What a cliché I thought! My wife said that we would stop celebrating “monthaversaries” after our first year, but it didn’t stop. We have missed a few months, only to come back a few days later and make a deal of it, even if it is only “hey, we forgot our monthaversary!” Today is our 116th wedding monthaversary, but it has been 217 months and 4 days since we met.
Sure it’s true that we haven’t always made each other happy, and we both wish that many things had turned out differently, but I love her still.
I hate taking her for granted, because the thought of not having her here to say “happy monthaversary” to on every sixth of the month is heavy with sadness.