More Than A Date On The Calendar

Today, my husband and I celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary. Twenty-four years feels like a long time when you say it out loud, yet somehow it also feels like the blink of an eye. Time has a way of doing that, stretching and shrinking all at once.

Anniversaries often get grouped in with holidays, marked by cards, dinners, or social media posts. But the older I get, the more I realize that anniversaries aren't really about the calendar at all. They're about accomplishments. They're a pause button—a chance to step back and say, Look at what we've built.

We think about how we met, who we were back then, and how much has changed since those early days. We talk about the ups and downs, the seasons that tested us, and the moments that reminded us why we chose each other in the first place. Those conversations matter more than any gift or celebration ever could.

Twenty-four years means growing together, learning when to hold on and when to let go, and figuring out how to weather life's storms side by side. It means knowing that love isn't always loud or flashy. Sometimes it's steady. Sometimes it's quiet. And sometimes it shows up simply by staying.

As we look ahead, we also think about the future and about growing older together, about the stories we haven't lived yet, and about the simple hope of continuing to choose each other, day after day. That feels worth celebrating.

So maybe anniversaries don't have to be about grand gestures or perfect plans. Maybe they're about taking the time to notice the journey, honor the work it took to get here, and appreciate the life still unfolding ahead.

And that, I think, is reason enough to celebrate.