Fifteen years is a long time. Matt and I celebrated fifteen years of marriage together this week. We were a couple for six years before we decided to take the plunge. So for twenty one of the forty one years I have been alive, I have been with Matt. There have been ups and there certainly have been downs. Just this week I have really come to the conclusion that what really matters in my world is that we are together. Nobody else can begin to understand what it means to raise our children. It is all too easy to get lost in paying the bills, doing chores around the house, not losing ourselves to our careers, earning a master's degree, running errands, trying to remember how to do junior high math, renovating our 110 year old house, juggling doctor, dentist, and orthodontist appointments, and well - life. Under all of that are four little human beings who need us. It's okay if there are dirty dishes in the sink, laundry folded and piled in baskets, crumbs on the floor, or toys everywhere. As long as the kids have everything they need from us, the rest will get done eventually. I will even get around to finishing my mid-life crises someday.