Nine years ago sometime around 5:30 or so, John and I walked around a table three times, making us husband and wife in the eyes of the Greek Orthodox Church. For me, we had been bonded that way for about two years, but the ceremony is always a beautiful thing. And ours was no different. It was a wonderful day announcing our shared life to the world. And there was lots and lots of alcohol and Greek food. And Poinsettias and Christmas trees!
Last year, John did this for me on our anniversary. I still don’t know how to say how much it touched me.
I have no talent on level with his music. All I have are my words. So inbetween the blank spaces, I am going to try and tell my husband I love him and our life together the only way I know how.
On that day our life was mostly possibilities. The future was full of possible vacations, vehicles, jobs, pets, friends, family, especially family. Children were the biggest possibility.
Today, many of those possibilities are realities.
Many of them came to us because we struggled. Together we faced the obstacles of living a mortal life; infertility, adoption, pregnancy, finances, lawn care, hurricanes, losing loved ones. Along the way, we have been disappointed. We have disappointed each other. But mostly, we have loved and loved hard and gotten what we wanted and needed. We made it work because we are fierce in our love for each other.
Fierce enough to cry when we wanted to shout.
Fierce enough to hug when we wanted to walk away.
And always, always we laugh. More than anything in our lives, I think laughter has saved our sanity. That moment when dinner is spilled, kids are crying, we’re exhausted… we can look each other in the eye and laugh. Because we got each other, we got this.
Also, we also laugh at this…
Rizzo the Rat: How do you know what Scrooge is doin’? We’re down here and he’s up there!
Gonzo: I told you, storytellers are omniscient; I know everything!
Rizzo the Rat: Hoity-toity, Mr. Godlike Smarty-Pants.
Gonzo: To conduct a proper search, Scrooge was forced to light the lamps.
[the lamps come on]
Rizzo the Rat: How *does* he do that?
(I would have included the video, but this clip is not, apparently, online. I know, right?! And I bet after he reads this, John will find it. Sigh.)
…every time we watch it. (What you thought I would stay serious through the whole post? You must be new here.)
I have been known to say that motherhood is the defining occupation of my life. But that is only possible because John made me his wife. Because without him, without us, I would not be a mother, certainly not the mother I hope I am. John and the relationship we have makes all other wonderful things in my life possible.
It’s a wonderful life.
Love, me too