Twenty-seven years.
That's not a number you hear celebrated as loudly as 25 or 30, but maybe it should. Because 27 years of marriage is more than just a number; it is a story. A long, layered, lived-in story.
Back when we started out, we thought we knew what love looked like. We had ideas and expectations. I'm sure there were unrealistic standards and a whole lot of confidence that we had it all figured out. We didn't. But we learned. Twenty-seven years of growing together will teach you things that no book, advice, or Pinterest quote ever could.
And oh, the seasons we've walked through.
The exciting ones where everything felt new and full of possibility.
The exhausting ones where we were just trying to keep our heads above water.
The stretching seasons—the ones that changed us whether we wanted them to or not.
We didn’t always handle them perfectly.
There were misunderstandings. Hard conversations. Moments we’d both probably like a do-over on.
But here’s the important part—We didn’t quit. We grew.
Twenty-seven years later, we are not the same people we were in the beginning. Life has softened some edges, strengthened others, and taught us what really matters.
We’ve learned how to show up for each other in ways we didn’t even know we needed at the start. We’ve learned that love isn’t loud every day—but it is steady. We’ve learned that growth doesn’t happen overnight—it happens slowly, quietly, faithfully.
Growing together means giving each other room to change—without growing apart.
It means holding on tighter when life pulls hard. It means choosing “us” again and again, even when it would be easier to focus on “me.”
Twenty-seven years of growing together isn’t perfect. But it’s real. And real love—the kind that lasts through all the seasons—isn’t built on perfection. It’s built on commitment. On grace.
On a thousand small choices that say, “I’m still here.”
And after 27 years…
We still are.
So Happy 27th Anniversary to us, and here is to (at least) 27 more!!
Love you, Babe!
Much Love,
Beth
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