Well guys, as of this week our marriage is officially considered “seasoned.” This post says so. I don’t know if I agree 100% with the stages of marriage listed there, but for whatever reason it feels like we’ve turned a corner here after 8 years of marriage.

Maybe it’s because we’re past the “seven-year itch.” Or maybe it’s just because we’ve really settled into our life here in Oregon post grad school. Or maybe I’m just feeling like enduring this pandemic together has been easier than it would have been a few years ago.

Regardless, 8 years seems like a big milestone to me. It’s not. Not really. It isn’t a multiple of 5 or 10. It’s just 8. But it seems significant.

But I digress. I’ll stop rambling about the number 8.

I didn’t want to let this week get away without reflecting on our 8 years of marriage a little bit.

We’ve been through a lot in those 8 years. We got married right out of college at 22 years old. We’ve done a lot of growing as individuals during that time. We were barely even adults then.

There are certainly people who say we were too young to get married. But I disagree. Every relationship is different and maybe 22 is too young for some people. But we had been dating since we were 16. We had already gone through so much together and thought that marriage would only make us stronger. We were right.

In our 8 years of marriage we’ve endured grad school, mental health issues, the loss of 3 grandparents between us, the loss of a job, and two cross-country moves (one just north and one all the way west lol).

We’ve watched a lot of friends get married and start having babies. We’ve discovered our own interests and interests we share in common. We even discovered our own beliefs (religious, political etc) while truly being away from our families for the first time. We’ve made lot’s of wonderful friends and fantastic memories.

I don’t really know what the point of this post is except that I just wanted to put my thoughts out there. Here’s to many more years of enduring life together!