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in good times and in bad? Through mental breakdowns and suicides? Through graduate school and dying cats? Through unplanned pregnancies and job loss? Through fights and disagreements and angry words and offhand accusations? Through potty training and dating and breakups? Through broken glasses and broken vases and broken bowls and broken rear view mirrors and broken air conditioning?

in sickness and in health? Through Alzheimer's and broken hips? Through broken baby arms and broken teenage hearts? Through dialysis and parasites? Through vomiting and diarrhea and pneumonia and rsv? Through spinal headaches and blood patches? Through PMS?

for richer or for poorer? Through two incomes and one kid? Through frivolity and crazy spending? Through maxed out credit cards and cash advances? Through bill collectors and bankruptcy? Through crazy repo-men? Through, "We only have $20 for the next two weeks"?

Probably if the late minister had laid out just a few of the conditions behind those all-encompassing vows, we would have run as fast as we could in opposite directions. Who would knowingly sign up for that? The bottom line is we did sign up. And we keep at it every day, knowing that the future holds more good times, more sadness, more trials and tribulations that will test us and make us question our choices.

Today, I question nearly everything I do, say, wear, decide, dream and so forth. I don't question saying, "Yes," to all the knowns and unknowns that came along with marrying Brad Bell. That is one--perhaps the only--decision I know with absolute certainty was right.

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