Most people associate 18 years with the age one becomes 'legal'. Today I associate it with the number of years I've been married. Good, bad or indifferent - it's been 18 years.
Blood, sweat and tears seems to just scratch the surface.
In 18 years I started a family, watched a family divide, have owned quite a few automobiles, held down a job with only one employer - worked in customer service, been a manager, run a correspondence unit and been a financial analyst (none of which I would have ever imagined if you'd have asked me before this 18 year run began).
I've made my very fair share of mistakes. I've caused my very fair share of pain. I've left. I've come back.
I've faced mortality and help beat it back with a stick. I've also seen it win.
These 18 years has changed me immensely. I am no where near the naive little boy from so many years ago who had no idea what he was doing. I don't have all of the answers yet, but I've learned a lot along the way and I've got a pretty good idea on the meaning of life.
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