There’s laughter, so much laughter. Before bed, during the workday when he sends me a silly email, a text that is supposed to make sense but doesn’t because he’s cursed by autocorrect on his phone. At night when we are both so exhausted that anything we say reduces us to giggles. There’s his laughter at skits on SNL or silly man movies, things I don’t always get but I love to see him laugh, to know he’s amused and happy.
There’s kindness: he knows when the last thing I want to do is cook dinner and so he picks up something that we both love. I know when it is the absolute wrong time to ask a question during any of the sports games that he loves to watch. The notes we leave for one another in the morning. The fact that he cleans my car without me asking. Or how I’ll package his lunch for him the night before for an easy grab on his way out the door. He walks our dog in the morning (early bird, he is) and I do it at night (night owl!). Countless other little gestures that remind us that we are thinking of one another because if there is one thing I learned from my parents: the loving is easy, the living is hard. Not that the living with each other is hard, but all the external factors and inputs coming at us can make it tough to remember that you and your spouse, as a couple and as individuals, need to be taken care of.
There’s adventure. Everyday is an adventure really, because we never know what’s coming our way. We’ve had a LOT happen in three years of marriage and nearly five years of togetherness; roller coaster sums it up. I love that every time we travel somewhere new that we both love, we talk about if that would be a good retirement place in the future or if we could ever relocate to that particular city. It’s fun to contemplate the what-ifs.
I admit, I didn’t really know what I was getting into with this marriage thing when I walked down the aisle three years ago. It is by far the hardest and most amazing thing that I’ve ever tackled and I’m thankful everyday that we choose each other. Marriage doesn’t just happen: it is a job. It requires work and compromise and talking (sometimes so much talking) and then also, knowing when to be quiet. There are those moments where everything clicks and then times where it all seems so… hard. It’s during those hard times where we hold hands a little tighter, stronger and longer knowing that as long as we are standing and supporting one another, there is nothing we can’t handle.
Lastly, there’s love: for one another, for our life together, for our family. It’s unparalleled. I didn’t believe it when people said you would fall more in love but there are those moments where I look at him and just think, “wow, I love him a little bit more than yesterday.” My love for my husband is hard to describe but I feel in my soul, my bones, my heart, my mind and my actions every single day.
Here’s to three more years!