So guys, it’s Anniversary time. Been five years with the Boy. Looking back these are the feelings I have, in this particular order:
Accomplishment. It’s a good, sturdy milestone to reach. Yes, sharing my life and all its issues is difficult, but five years is a good sign.
Luck. It’s sheer good luck I ended up with someone with such a beautiful heart. He’s quite cool that way.
Hope. We made it this far, it’s a pretty decent sign we’ll make it much further.
Gratitude. Things worked out pretty ok for me in life. Hope the luck stays all the way. Thank you God.
Fear. A teeny suspicion that he will get really sick of me one day. Hope and pray that never happens. (Yes, I’m really insecure).
The two of us fight like cats and dogs and make up like we never fought; there’s been a lot of laughter and a lot of tears; there’s been resentment over the silliest little things but there’s been a lot of sacrifice too. There have been countless shared experiences and habits lost and gained. There are days I can’t wait for him to go to work so he is out of my face and then as soon as he leaves for work I miss him like anything. We are our craziest selves with each other and neither fears being judged. There are ways we’ve evolved and come a long way and there are ways we have stuck to our old habits stubbornly. Is that what this marriage deal is all about? If this is wrong, we don’t want to do it right.
Here’s to many, many, many more. I don’t want to change a thing. In the words of a Mr. Darcy to a Ms. Jones: ‘I like you. Just the way you are.’