As of today, my wife and I have been together for ten years, a third of our lives. It’s an arbitrary milestone, especially compared to the usual celebration of wedding anniversaries, but nonetheless fitting time to reflect. We met our first year of college and started dating the following year. In ten years, we’ve navigated challenging math classes, graduating from college, living two thousand miles apart for a couple years, buying a house, getting stuck in the middle of a kitchen renovation at the outbreak of a pandemic, getting married, and her starting and finishing her PhD. It’s wild thinking about how we’ve spent a third of our lives at each other’s side (not literally during the 2000 miles apart thing but you get the picture) and how in between all those big things there are so many wonderful moments of everyday happiness. We’ve travelled to seven countries and thirty-one US states together. We had our own wedding (twice) and attended eleven others together. We’ve seen eight shows on Broadway and seen the Avett Brothers live five times. There’s also countless hours watching movies and shows, hours spent on the couch drinking our morning coffee, hours of board games and yard work and cooking dinner and just hanging out with a glass of wine. Having a partner who makes a normal day just as special as the big events is simply incredible. Ten years seems like such a long time, but so many of these things don’t seem that long ago. Undoubtedly the next ten years will bring just as many changes as the last ten and it’s comforting to know we’ll face them together. Marriage is great.