Himself and I went out last night to celebrate our anniversary (which wasn't yesterday, but our sitter will watch Baby Girl on Thursday nights for free, so all "date" type activities occur then). As I sat grazing on sushi, I reflected on the past five years - Himself and I both remarked that it seemed weird that we were "old married people" now.
The past five years have been filled with a roller coaster of complete insanity. Since marrying, we've lived at four different addresses in three cities in two different states. Himself has graduated from school twice, we've had a total of nine different jobs between us and we've been through an alarming number of major life changes - including the birth of Baby Girl.
Himself and I manage to accumulate a lot of odd looks from friends, relatives and acquaintances who ponder out loud on on earth it works for us. We're both stubborn, fiercely independent, hate to be told what to do and passionate. In a lot of ways, we are complete opposites. In other ways, we are exactly alike.
Himself is my very best friend. He is my biggest champion. He is generous (almost to a fault - let's not discuss how he funded my over-the-top Christmas gift of a set of Calphalon pans and accessories) and a quiet champion of anything I set my mind to. He has never batted an eye when I've come up with crazy schemes - even one that cost us several thousand dollars and started us on a financial nightmare. He supports my road trip habit and doesn't try to cage my restless spirit. He offered to leave the entire move to The Frontier up to me to decide, knowing my aversion to moving back. He's my greatest sounding board for my career - always interested in whatever project, goal or career move I'm working on at the moment.
He loves me for who I am - he doesn't care that I hang out at home in flannel pants and a sweatshirt. It doesn't bother him that housekeeping is not a talent I possess. He loves that I don't mind going outside and getting dirty - but that I also have an obsession with high-heels (which has not been fed lately, due to the difficulty of getting Baby Girl interested in a shoe-buying trip). He encourages me to learn and achieve new things, but respects my individuality and independence. He is never critical of the person I am - together we rattle along as a couple of people who love being individuals as much as we love being together as a couple.
In our relationship, he doesn't mind that I have no concept of gender roles, except when it comes to taking out the trash. He loves to celebrate the smallest things and has the wonderful (though detrimental to my morning routine) habit of waking up just before the alarm to cuddle.
He has taught me to be a better cook, inspired me to be a better mother and soothes my ruffled feathers more times than not.
Together, we have adventured to new cities, new places, new careers, new roles.
While I hope the next five years isn't as dramatic, I celebrate the insanity that has come with spending my life, and sharing our daughter, with my best friend.
I love Himself.
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Very sweet. :)
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