A thousand days.
That's how long I've been married to my wife, aka Dania Audax.
Despite everything that's gone wrong in this world in the last 1,000 days, I wouldn't have changed a thing if it had meant not being with her.
Though it's not normally a day that's celebrated, I can't think of a better day to reflect and rejoice than the one thousandth day of a marriage. I'm willing to bet that, once past that threshold, most marriages survive for much, much longer.
So in that time we've been united as one, we've moved, bought a new stove, a new car, lost a parent, hosted both sides of the family at holiday meals, gone to both YearlyKos conventions, and survived illnesses and surgery. We've taken a thousand origami cranes to Washington D.C. to participate in a Peace March, and taken our own long walks around the local pond and through the nearby neighborhood. We've laughed, made up silly songs that can't be sung in public, broken the rules about public displays of affection, and generally had a good time.
Granted, it hasn't been easy. Money's been tight -- and the cause of more than one squabble (admittedly, it was me that was the problem...) -- and we've had our stressful moments, but, for the most part, it's been a wonderful thousand days, and I look forward to the next thousand and beyond that.