13 Years

There was a warm breeze as I walked into the courthouse on that mild West Texas December morning. Cowboy offered to wait so I could have the big wedding most girls dream of, but I never wanted that. Small and simple were good for me.
With one of my best friends watching, we exchanged our vows. Words were said, rings exchanged, and we were man and wife. The memories of that day are forever in my memories.
I wore a hand-me-down white dress, and he was as handsome as ever in his dress blues. Our wedding dinner was the local Chinese buffet. I was on top of the world.
It hasn’t always been easy. We have struggled, we have sacrificed. We have faced things no young couple ever should face. Over the last 13 years, we have moved across the country, made choices we did not think we were able to make, and matured a lot quicker than most people our age, together. We said goodbye to two children and were blessed with Mini Cowboy.
There have been fights and sleepless nights. Times of tremendous sorrow and blissful, wordless joy.
13 years ago we were two kids who fell in love after a whirlwind courtship. But, now, through all we have been through, the tears, the joy, the sorrow and laughter, we have matured and grown up together.
Every year we prove the statistics about tech school marriages wrong, we prove the cynics wrong.
I love you now more than I did on that warm winter morning at the courthouse in West Texas. You are my best friend, my confidant, my heart, my soul, my partner, my love, my husband. Every year I think I could not love you more, and every year I prove myself wrong. You have sacrificed so much to provide for Mini Cowboy and me, to give our family the life we deserve. You are the man who has captured my heart.
I love you with all that I am. Thank you for 13 amazing years, and here is to about 90 more, my love.
Is bre√° liom tu.