“But from the beginning of the creation God made them male, and female.  For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife; and they two shall be one flesh: so then they are no more two, but ONE flesh.  What therefore God has joined together, let not man put asunder.”  Mark 10:6-9


Today, marks 22 years of marriage for my husband and I.  It’s hard to believe that much time has elapsed since we first locked eyes, for it seems like only yesterday.

We weren’t kids.  We weren’t inexperienced.  On the contrary!  Meeting in mid-life, we’d both been around the block a few times.  That was the problem…BAGGAGE!  We had both stuffed our suitcases with hurts from previous partners.  And, ahh yes… family, parents in particular had dumped their failures and hurts upon us for years.  All of the carless words spoken in an instant of anger during our growing up years, were written upon our hearts forever because we had believed them.

I had survived two marriages, both had been abusive…both without love.  He had survived one.  Neither one of us were looking to go down that road again…but God had other plans for both of us!

When I first met Mike, I did not know what real love was.  I was mean, combative, rude, suspicious, cutting with my words, detached at times…putting up walls to “protect” myself, and shut everyone else out, but he loved me anyway…even through all of the ugliness!  He exhausted himself trying to teach me how to love unconditionally, and now, I KNOW what it means to love and be loved.

I know there have been times that I have hurt him terribly.  Sometimes, I did it knowingly…intentionally, because I was hurt and wanted company.  How does that old saying go? …Misery loves company.  Well, at times, that was me. Sometimes I hurt him, and did not mean to…but he has always forgiven me!

We have gone through a lifetime in these short years of being together:  children from previous marriages, which caused us both to become step parents, having our own child, adopting at a very late time in our life.  There were pregnant teens, who, were still babies themselves, wanting to grow up too fast.  Grandchildren…21, to be exact!  We went through foreclosures, repossession of cars, loss of business, bankruptcy.  There have been health issues, loss of parents, tears, laughter, pain, hate, love, anger, peace…and through it all, we became stronger – individually, and collectively.  I can’t think of anyone else in this world that I would have wanted to experience all of this with, but my wonderful husband!

He truly came into my life at a time when suicide was a constant thought everyday…almost, every moment.  He gave me love…something to live for, to look forward to.

I thank God for His mercy and bless the day we came to know each other!

We haven’t always lived on the mountain top, and we’ve been through more valleys than we care to remember, but LOVE has always walked beside us…His name is JESUS, and without Him…we never would have made it!

Happy Anniversary Babe!  I love you more than you will ever know! …your grateful wife

By:  Anita Mondragon