I often marvel at the fact that my husband is, well, my husband. I don’t get hit with that feeling as often as I did when we were first married, which was at least once a day. He is my HUSBAND. I am his WIFE. We are MARRIED. IS THIS REAL?

My friend Linda summed up what my husband and I have been discussing lately. We went from child-free, with promising careers and all of the free time we wanted to do whatever we wanted, to having three kids in less than four years and riding the waves of career changes, to where we are today. Three school-aged kids, my husband in a job he did not go to college for, and me dabbling in a creative side that I didn’t even know existed when we got married.

We are not the people we were twelve years ago, which is an understatement. We have a three kids, two dogs, two cats, forty chickens (until the next ones are butchered), a house, two vehicles, two snowmobiles, one motorcycle and three acres to contain it all. We’ve come a long way from living in a basement suite in the big city and spending our free time doing whatever we want.

All of the life changes we’ve gone through could have pulled us apart, easily, if we didn’t make the effort to stay connected. We have both grown in different directions, but have grown together, as well. We make an effort to talk or text during the day, and date night is an important part of our relationship, but I still think that the ability to be married for a long time is a bit of a miracle.

Do you have any tips for making your marriage last?

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