There’s something magical about spending three decades with your soulmate. It’s not just about the big moments—the anniversaries, the milestones, the celebrations. It’s about the countless small things that weave together to create a tapestry of shared life, one that becomes richer and more intricate with each passing year.
After thirty years of marriage, I’ve come to treasure the unique language that only we understand. We have our secret code signals, developed over years of attending countless social gatherings. A subtle glance, a slight gesture, and we both know it’s time to make our escape from a situation that’s grown tiresome. It’s our own private Morse code of love and understanding.
Time has given us the gift of complete knowledge of each other. We know every nook and cranny of each other’s minds—the dreams, the fears, the silly thoughts that cross our consciousness at 3 AM. We know each other’s bodies too, not just in passion, but in the comfortable way of people who have weathered life’s storms together. Every scar has a story, every laugh line a memory.
Our shared passions have become part of our identity. We can recite every episode of Farscape, Star Trek, and Foundation by heart, finishing each other’s quotes and laughing at inside jokes that have spanned decades. These aren’t just shows we’ve watched; they’re chapters in our shared story, markers of time spent side by side on the couch, lost in worlds beyond our own.
Life hasn’t always been gentle. We’ve held each other through the gut-wrenching pain of losing parents, understanding that grief shared is grief halved. In those darkest moments, we learned that partnership means being strong when the other person can’t be, and vulnerable when they need to be the strong one.
Our king-size bed has become our sanctuary. There’s a special kind of peace in the way we naturally gravitate to our own sides, the familiar dip in the mattress, the rhythm of each other’s breathing. It’s where we’ve shared our deepest conversations, our wildest dreams, and the sweetest sleep that only comes from complete trust in the person beside you.
We’ve built a foundation of unwavering reliability. When either of us says “I’ll be there,” it’s not just a promise—it’s a fact as certain as sunrise. This dependability has shaped our children, who grew from little ones who couldn’t sleep without a goodnight kiss from mommy into adults who call to check in every day, carrying forward the legacy of caring we’ve built.
But perhaps the most beautiful part of thirty years together is the profound understanding that surface changes don’t matter. The way we look, walk, talk, or feel may change with time, but our connection transcends the physical. Age is just a number when you’re counting years of love.
We know, with absolute certainty, that we’ll be by each other’s sides until the final curtain call. And even then, it’s not really goodbye—it’s just an intermission until we meet again in heaven, where I imagine we’ll pick up right where we left off, probably quoting our favorite sci-fi shows and sharing that secret smile that says, “I’m home.”
To all the couples out there, I sincerely hope you experience this depth of connection. It’s not always easy, and it’s not always perfect, but it’s always worth it. Thirty years later, I can say with certainty: true love doesn’t just last—it gets better with time.