Erick and I are celebrating nine years today.  The place where we were married is almost under water and by our 10th, perhaps it will be covered entirely; sealing our barefoot on the beach memory for the next three-quarters a century.  

And in a way, we’ll place with it the memories in between, let the cool waters rush over and reflect back that intertwined version of ourselves as we watch the rippling effect.   

It is not enough to stay married, but to form a friendship that is so unique as to make the whole up and down of any marriage worthwhile.  There are entire novels written in sideways glances or subtle smirks.  

So, nine years is not what we’ll celebrate, but rather the feeling we have known each other all along.