Tomorrow is, officially, the ninth anniversary of the day M and I got married.
I’m sort of wondering how it’s been nine years already. Like when you fall asleep really hard, and you wake up, and you’ve been asleep like 13-hours (My God, like I even REMEMBER what it’s like to sleep 13-hours at a stretch…I’m intoxicated with 8…) but it seems like you only just closed your eyes? And then, in other weird ways, it seems impossible that I’ve only been married to this guy for nine years.
I don’t believe in love at first sight. But I got pretty damned close to it with M. When I set eyes on him, it was like everything sort of shifted into place. I’m surprised there wasn’t an audible *click*. He’s got a dip where his shoulder joint and his chest meet–and my head fits exactly into that space. The curve of my skull mirrors the curve of his shoulder. We fit together perfectly other ways, too, but frankly: it’s none of your business, and you probably don’t want to know either. 😉
I’m so unbelievably blessed in my husband. I had no idea how good marriage could be, how love could be so big and so vast and so…inexpressible.
M: there are no new words, and you know all the old ones. I love you for the look on your face when you saw me in my wedding dress for the first time. I love you for the way my hive-y, swollen, snotty cry face turns you on. I love you for the way you know precisely when I need you to grab and squeeze my hand–in joy, in celebration, in support, in solidarity. I love you for the way you get up with our children 99% of the time. I love you for the way you love to talk to me, and know my thoughts. I love you for the way I love to talk to you and know your thoughts. I love you for the way that we can turn an afternoon of errands into a date, simply by holding hands at the bank…grocery store…post office…where ever. I love you for the way you love my body even after 2 pregnancies that left their mark. I love you for the way we can look at one another and know. I love you for the way you constantly encourage me to reach farther than I think I can, to go after dreams that I am sure are only dreams, and don’t get too terribly smug when those dreams become reality. I love you for the person I have become since loving you, and I love you for the person you have become since loving me.
Read the inside of your ring. 🙂