I’m sitting here on the cusp of our seventh wedding anniversary. So many things have happened in these seven years and, yet, I can remember clearly the day we decided to make it two.
And then a bit later, we decided to make it a perfect three.
I was never the type of girl that dreamed of weddings, proposals or children. I would be the one who would voice skepticism at the very idea that any of it was at all necessary. I mean, really, why do you need anyone else when you have your own beautiful life to control and live?
It’s funny how things seep into the workings of everyday life until they become essential. One day you’re tying your hair back with the same band you’ve used for years for convenience’s sake and the next? You’re thinking about how someone who’s opinion you value above all others likes your hair tied back, and the meaning of the action is forever altered.
We still do everything together. We take long walks together where we discuss the latest tidbit of news, our favorite television shows, and how we feel about this and that. We play games together (unless one of us – the hubby – gets bored and the other – me – is too anal to leave it incomplete). We’ve morphed from being two separate identities to a glorious mishmash.
Big decisions and trying moments have come and gone in our lives and while at the time they felt insurmountable, in the end, they became only shadows of themselves. We, however, have come out vividly bright and alive.
While we are a team, we try to be conscious of our own personal growth as well. We follow career and creative paths that will make us stronger, together. We support each other through our endeavors, even if they don’t produce the desired results. We TALK about what’s bothering us before it becomes an irresolvable issue. Not once during all this time have I felt any “itch” – five, seven, three, or otherwise. In fact, you’ll more likely see me planning our retirement than bemoaning any time “lost”.
As of right now, this minute, we’re a kooky, dessert-loving, silly pair.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
To celebrate our seventh, we’re going to have a nice day at home with a scrumptious slice of triple chocolate cheesecake. A symbiosis that fits the occasion perfectly – I love cheesecake and he loves chocolate. I love oreos (of which 20 are crushed for the crust) and he loves cream.
And we both love to eat it together. 🙂
(Apologies for the sappy post!)