Twenty Years...

This is one of my favorite photos of my husband, the boat beached on a sandbar somewhere off of Chatham, him casting for a last few times as the sun sets over Cape Cod Bay. Me panicking that we won't be able to sail home in the dark, lol.

Yeah, this is how our life goes. It's more of a rollercoaster than a merry-go-round. Him pushing the limits, me trying to tamp down on my anxiety as I imagine all sorts of worst case scenarios... The kids are along for the ride, cheering as the rollercoaster dips and turns. Life is never boring, that's for sure.

Yesterday was the 20th anniversary of my wedding day. Twenty years ago, we spent Labor Day weekend in the mountains of Vermont, surrounded by friends and family, for three days and nights of fun and laughter. As I recall, there was an awful lot of laughter before, during, and after we said our "I Do's."

Twenty years.

This is the longest I've ever stuck with something. I've never even lived in the same place for that long - not even the house I grew up in back in New Jersey. My parents sold it and moved to Vermont after 14 years. The Inn was my "home base" for 14 years. We owned our first home in Littleton for about 14 years, too.

Twenty years is a long time. And we've been through a lot together. And, given the chance, I'd do it all again. Would I change anything? Well, yeah. I'd probably try not to be as stressed when he tells me he knows how to sail in the dark.

But given the choice between the excitement of the rollercoaster and the same-ness of the merry-go-round, I think I'd choose the rollercoaster again. Every time.