He's my buddy, he's my pal, he's my friend.
A photo essay titled "Mommy and RyGuy Sillies."
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Wherever I Go, He Goes
Friday, April 13, 2012
200%
Anniversaries.
You're supposed to say, "I can't believe its only been (insert number of years here)." But in the good way, where you mean that the time has flown by and your voice goes up at least three loving octaves at the end of the sentence.
Then you gaze longingly into one another's eyes and spend the rest of the evening alternating between reminiscing about the past and planning for your future full of puppies and babies who sleep through the night and exotic trips that require a bikini you still fit into from junior high.
You're not supposed to say, "I can't believe its only been (insert number of years here)" and really mean it- like it has seemed like so much longer.
We broke the rules and said it the real way.
It was the middle of a grown-up dinner, a table clear of crayons and mac and cheese and high chairs, just us snuggling in a booth sipping wine and celebrating half a decade since our "I Do's." Crumbs of banana cream pie lingering, bellies full. We were making up a story about a couple at a table across the restaurant- his loosened necktie, her perfectly white trench coat, neither wearing rings and not talking to one another, his constant reaching over to eat from her plate, her dettachment- and my husband says, "I think there's something they're not saying to each other, so they can't say anything else."
Silence.
Is there something we're not saying? Our conversation has been easy and sweet so far. We've reminisced an appropriate amount. Talked of future plans, vacations, babies, even joked about bringing home a puppy.
I drop it first."I can't believe its only been five years."
He nods.
Silence again.
Then he repeats it.
"I can't believe its only been five years."
Five years. Two babies. Two address changes. One family car. Two promotions. Those are the big rocks. The pebbles are countless. Walks after dinner. Prayers together. Birthday parties. Phone calls. Songs. Fights. Meals. Movies. Kisses. Innumerable.
The fact still remains- it has felt way longer. Mostly because it has been.
200% longer.
A decade of dating before a half decade of marriage. The time easily swirls together. Stories are often preceeded with, "Wait, were we married then?" Once determined, it frames the story.
Our wedding day was not just a blip on the screen of the 15 years of courtship. It was a complete system upgrade. We shared a roof for the first time ever. Combined finances and holidays and laundry.
My love for him has grown 200% since that Friday the 13th five years ago. And there is no doubt in my mind that while the years of marriage will soon surpass our years of dating, our love and respect for one another will continue to grow exponentially.
I can't believe its only been five years.
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