Twenty five years ago I fumbled my vows and said “Sure” instead of the more traditional “I do.” We giggled through the rest of the ceremony, sealed it with a kiss, got a lot of advice during the reception (“Never go to bed angry,” “Relationships take work”) then headed halfway across the country to start a new life.
Looking back, we hardly knew each other, my new husband and I. It had been less than a year since we’d met, and all we had was a hunch that this felt right, that this person made us feel complete. Two moves, two kids, two careers and one dog later, we know each other very well. It turns out that our hunches were good, and my misspoken word couldn’t have been more perfect — I am still “sure.”
When you have been together for 25 years, friends start to ask for advice. I have none. I don’t presume to know what makes a relationship work — all I have is some vague idea of what might possibly make mine work. For whatever that might be worth to anyone else, here are 25 Things I Have Learned in 25 Years. READ MORE