Eleven
Today is our seventh wedding anniversary. Met her eleven years ago, in two days. I already wrote about the day we met, and I wrote about what happened the day after. So what else can I write about?
Sure, I can write about how she makes me happy, which is a little embarrassing, considering all the crap that's going on in the world and that Bush has been with us for 8 out of our 11 years together. I can write about how she makes me believe in the possibility of change from within through her hard work and professional dedication. I could write about that frickin' baby. He is cute, I'll give him that.
But the last eleven years have been about more than that. Because it's everything, really.
It's about stumbling over her shoes in the middle of the night and cursing silently so she won't wake up.
And it's the outrage I pretend to have when she sits down and then asks me to pass her the remote because I'm closer and she's already sitting.
And it's the way she made fun of my long leather jacket, calling me "Thor" and asking me if I wore it to my D&D sessions. And I won't admit it to her face but I'm so lucky, I would have even said blessed if only there was a God, to live with someone who actually cares about the way I look, because I don't, and because it shows just how much she cares about me in general, pushing me when I'm all but ready to give in to comfortable inertia.
And it's her never watching the Netflix movies on time, so what's the point of paying a subscription, I ask you? But it's also about finally watching the movies together in bed, covering each other's eyes when a Battlestar Galactica episode starts, because they show scenes from the upcoming episode at the beginning.
And it's because she's cute. And funny. And kind. And it's because during these past eleven years, the hard times have made us stronger as a couple, sorry about the cliche, and the good times have made us realize how great it is to share our fortunes. Like this guy.
And it's missing her when she's not here, and then when she's home but in a different room, being comforted by knowing she is around.
It's the comfort of Home and it's the never ending joy of living with someone who has never lost her edge and her passion for life's possibilities. It's love, that what it is.
Eleven years and counting.
34 comments:
Happy Anniversary to the two of you! Wonderfully written.
That boy's getting pretty good looking.
Oh, damn, that´s a good post. Congrats.
aw now my shirt is all soaked in tears..
see what you made me do?!?!?!
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Happy anniversary!
If she reads this she is going to fall in love with all over again.
Oh, congrats. She's also lucky, because really? You're a guy and you wrote that. If you weren't already married I'd want to marry you!
Happy Anniversary!
Thanks, everyone. I don't know what else to say. Thanks. I hope Honey likes it.
I think she'll call you a big soppy tart, and deservedly so.
Lovely.
Happy anniversary. I love a good "love my spouse" story. :)
I know you said that you don't believe, but Amen to your words. You are blessed. I'm happy for you.
I agree with Shelli..sweet post, and you should admit it to her face.
Also, you should thank whomever you feel you were blessed by.
Sweet post.
What's there to say that hasn't been said? Happy anniversary. Although that's been said.
My mother says all infants look like Winston Churchill. Liam, not so much. *tear* They grow up so fast! (I'm a lesser writer so I don't have to apologize for cliches.)
Xbox, I'm not an open pastry case
containing a filling! But thanks.
Ajooja, Shelli, Girl, thanks. I'm just a lucky boy. When she met me, I was playing bass guitar in a band, which probably sealed the deal. So I should probably thank bass guitars.
Woozie, thanks. He is growing fast. It was so recent that I could just leave him on the bed and do what I needed to do. Now, he's not happy until he stands up or crawls around, creating a path of destruction behind him. But in a cute way. Like a gremlin.
Congratulations on the great milestone! I love "covering each other's eyes when a Battlestar Galactica episode starts, because they show scenes from the upcoming episode at the beginning". So true and so geekily sweet.
aww jeez, that was nice.
And so well-written.
Craig, thanks. I knew I couldn't be alone there. Someone had to know what I was talking about. The whole episode is ruined for me if I see a second of it in the intro.
Nanny, thanks. And welcome.
happy anniversary, mate. In unrelated news, I think I'm writing again. We'll see.
Congratulations on all fronts, and happy anniversary!
Ben, in that case, congratulations to you.
Dan, thank you thank you.
Do you happen to have a twin brother who thinks just like that and is single? Ha, okay, that was a joke, but...I loved this piece of writing so much...I admire men who are clearly comfortable in their own skin and okay with being emotional, sensitive, loving, etc...you are clearly one of them, and we need more of you in the world. Thanks for sharing.
Oh, and the baby is still just about the cutest out there.
covering each other's eyes when a Battlestar Galactica episode starts, because they show scenes from the upcoming episode at the beginning.
Ha! I thought we were the only ones who did that.
Thanks for the comment today. I'm happy to have found your blog!
Sarah, thanks. We spent a few hours today and yesterday imitating Sarah Palin talking about the 18 million quacks. Loving Honey is easy.
Phil, thanks. Same here.
I hope she knows you've been blogging about her. Very good post. Fabulous wedding photo, too. :)
11 years is no small feat.. (Whatever anyone else may say)
Congrats Brother!
Red, thanks. She knows. And she said she loved it. I think she's a bit uncomfortable commenting here. Maybe it is weird to comment on your husband's blog, I don't know. She also promised me she'll write a guest post. One day.
Darrin, it's a long long time. But there are worse ways of spending 11 years. And many worse people to spend them with. Like Sarah Palin, the poor thing.
Happy belated anniversary.
That we all could feel this way. I see this so infrequently is makes me wonder. You apparently are very lucky.
Keep it in your heart and your head.
Best to you.
She of course thinks you are a hot daddy blogger. ;)
That is SO incredibly sweet! And I hate to sound like a broken record (ok! So I can only assume that actually, honestly, sounding like a broken record must not bother me as much as it bothers the average person, otherwise I could never teach preschool) but that is one CUTE KID!!!!!!
Cooper, thanks. Now, I know she didn't sign up to vote for me. That's okay, though. I know I'm no Keith Olbermann, after all. (With all due respect, Mr. Olbermann, I appreciate your battle against the extremists who control this country, But I don't know how you ever made it to Honey's "List of five").
Jill, I think anyone would look cute next to a dashing young Ronald Reagan.
excellent. it seems like only yesterday and a couple of years. anne and I celebrated our fifth a couple of weeks ago so watch out 'cause we're catching up.
Pelkyi, you piece of shit. You were a groom's man or something like that--when are you coming to visit?
And I hope you and Anne had a great anniversary. I remember your wedding. I wanted to take a golf cart on a joyride. Talk about missed opportunities.
dude. why how come you gonna go and make me all sappy and cry?!!!
i love this post.
i love you're happy.
i love your baby still looks just like me.
Wishful, thanks. You know how you go to your hairdresser with a magazine, and say, "That's what I want"? That's how we got the baby to look like you. We came there with a laptop and opened your blog. The doctor said, "I can do it. But it'll cost you."
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!1
Thats all I got! ;)
Thanks! That's more than I deserve.
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