Last week we celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. It came and went without a lot of pomp and circumstance. We felt loved and acknowledged the life we’ve built and are continuing to work on. It was just different than I had always imagined it would be.

We didn’t write our own vows, opting for the traditional ones instead. To be honest, I don’t actually remember our vows. There was something about richer and poorer, sickness and health, good times and bad, but as I was proclaiming these words while holding tight to my almost-husband’s hands, my heart was holding tight to a plan I had carefully crafted for our life ahead.