Nine years ago today I married my match. It is said that 9 is the number of patience, of harmony. It is the reward of tests, the expression of perfection. It is associated with the complex, immortality and eternity. Three are also nine levels in Dante’s hell, heh.

We’ve been through a lot together – houses, jobs, moves, family. He knows when to tread lightly given my mood and I know when I need to scoop up our girl and give him some space.  We are as comfortable as old friends, but can be as giddy as a new couple. He can make me laugh without saying a single word and I can hardly remember a time when he wasn’t the first I rushed to when I had some bit of news.

If you had told me 10 years ago that in 2009 I would be celebrating my 9th anniversary I would have told you that you were crazy. But here we are, 9 years later and I wouldn’t change a thing.