Today is our 5th wedding anniversary! Last year, we were so caught up with the impending arrival, we didn’t go too overboard. I returned home from vacation on the 19th, and for our annivarsary we grilled out, sat by our lake (retention pond, if you must know) and chatted about the baby who was to be coming our way. We were meeting J & G the following morning.
So tonight I’m not posting about last year. L has class tonight, so we are celebrating on Saturday. We’re not sure how yet, but the picnic basket fairy left a basket in my car this morning, so I think we’ll fill it with some tasty treats and find a place to picnic. We’re going to get some time away from Baby Kahuna, while she plays with her godfamily. She MIGHT even get to sleep over. (I’m not sure if I’m ready for that!)
A few weeks ago I was talking with an old friend, and we were chatting about the idea of “getting married” and how, before you are married, “getting married” somehow feels like the end. Like you’ve found the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, but somehow haven’t given too much thought as to what that will contain or how you’ll go about doing it. You fall in love, you get married. That’s what you do. Then the stress is off–hooray, you’re married! Life’s a cake walk once you walk down the aisle.
You don’t realize that while you generally know the person you are marrying fairly well, you don’t know everything about them. You don’t know how they’ll mature, how they’ll age, what path they will choose to walk. You don’t know how much hair they might lose (or start growing in odd places), you don’t if they will be healthy as they age or not, or if they will fit into their wedding clothes 5, 10 or 30 years down the line. You may have an idea you’d like to parent together, but you don’t know exactly how that will all come about, or how the person will be, day in or day out as a parent.
Take all of the above into consideration, and it’s amazing that the institution of marraige wasn’t thrown out the window long ago. I guess a little love sickness makes people do crazy things, including pledging to be there in sickness and in health, so on and so forth. So I count myself lucky, given all the variables that can happen, that L and I are celebrating our 5th anniversary. Not that it’s always been easy, rosy and all things “perfect”, but it’s been good overall. Our joys have outweighed our sorrows.
The past 5 years have been amazing, and I am looking forward to many, many more!