20 years of marriage, and we’ve learned to embrace each other’s quirks—or at least tolerate them. Case in point: dinner last night. Fun fact: I’m from an Italian family where pasta is kissed by sauce, not drowned in it. My husband, on the other hand, apparently thinks pasta should be served a la swimming pool.
But hey, that’s marriage. A little compromise, a little laughter, and in our case, a lot of overly sauced pasta. Here’s to two decades of love, learning, and figuring out how to share a kitchen without starting World War III.
Cheers to us and all the weird little things that make “us” work!
