They have a way of whizzing past.

One day Owen was stepping on my wedding gown as we danced to “What a Difference a Day Makes” and the next, we’re celebrating our ninth anniversary. Somehow, we adopted a cat, moved upstate from NYC, got new jobs, adopted another cat, made new friends, traveled together, bought a house, had a baby, sold our house, bought another one, and went to many funerals, weddings and happy parties in between.

There have been other things, of course. Moments I hope I’ll remember forever. Some I’ve already forgotten. It goes that way in life: You remember, you forget. You have happy times and sad ones. But nine years in, I’m happy to be married to the right guy. That is something I definitely plan to remember.