Thursday, June 26, 2014
that's (15 years of) marriage
fifteen years ago today, on the hottest day on record in the northern hemisphere, i married this beautiful woman. in what turned out to be the luckiest, most lop-sided move ever, i somehow convinced her to marry me, and, now, fifteen years later, we are still discovering what that means.
sometimes i don't feel like getting up from watching the buccos on tv to help with the bedtime ritual for the kids. that's marriage.
sometimes i want to watch batman begins for the 27th time, and she wants to watch pride and prejudice for the 127th time. that's marriage.
sometimes i don't want to talk about it. sometimes she just needs to be heard. sometimes i want to argue it out. sometimes she just needs space. that's all marriage.
and sometimes when we are walking, not to anywhere fancy or special, mind you, she'll just slip her hand into mine, and my nerve endings will somehow send little messages almost instantly through my hand, arm, shoulder to my brain and my heart, and whatever mundane task we are doing or place we are going fades away into insignificance as i realize just how incredibly powerful it is to love and be loved. that's marriage, too.
and so we have shared fifteen years of those kinds of days. it's been 5,475 days since our wedding cake nearly melted onto the ground, and there have been huge messes and crushing sorrows and soul-healing laughs, and unthinkable joys. all of it has added up to something which is far greater than the sum of its parts. it's marriage. fifteen amazing years of it.
happy anniversary, baby. let's hold hands.