Who would’ve thought.  We’ve been married for 15 years, together for almost 20.  Wow.  Lots of joy during those years, some pain too, but mostly joy.  Witness Chloe and Sophie.  Now that’s true, unadulterated joy (most of the time).

It’s pretty amazing – everything that’s happened in these last 15 years.  Leaving France, settling here in the States, changing careers (at least in my case), having kids, buying our first home and then our second…we’ve been pretty fortunate, that’s for sure.

We’re not celebrating this milestone right away (other than a trip last night to our local Indian restaurant for an impromptu dinner); rather, we’re saving the festivities for our cruise in July.  

This anniversary is a little bittersweet for me, however.   Over the course of the last few years, I always knew that there were two people who would remember this date.  My mom – who didn’t disappoint this year – and my Nanny.  I miss Nanny – she would always call and send cards for these special occasions.   She kept track of these annual dates, for her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, until she died last fall. 

But life goes on.  To think that in 15 more years, we’ll be 55 years old, Chloe will either be at the start of her career or in grad school (assuming she first goes to college) and Sophie will be starting college, I hope.  Which leaves lots of time to make many more happy, beautiful memories.