Pretty much my only tradition on this blog is recounting my birthday every year. I had another one, same day, same time. Less exciting than some years. My mom kind of spoiled us gave us high expectations for birthdays growing up. I realize they can't all be like that, but Husband humored me came through like a champ. He made me French toast and elder berry juice for breakfast in bed and gave me a couple of thoughtful and much-desired gifts. After a full day of work (me) and 12 hours on campus (him) we met up to have a late dinner downtown at a nice Indian restaurant. My parents and his parents also sent some fun and thoughtful gifts as well. No cake or anything. We don't have any days when we are both available to host family and friends for something like that since I work weekdays and he works most nights and weekends.
We hit our 6 month wedding moniversary this week too. (It's can't be an "anniversary" since it's been less than a year.) Our anniversary is on my half-birthday, so it makes measuring the time easy. And it makes it easy to remember when I have to take my ring in to be cleaned and inspected.
I keep waiting for that "hardest first year" part of marriage, but it never seems to arrive. Like my friend Jeff, I don't think marriage is hard, it just takes time (and to give credit where credit is due, Jeff also coined "moniversary"). And time well spent, I say. I feel like marriage makes my life easier. It's made me so much better at serving and loving, and hard times (life is still hard, even if marriage isn't) are so much more livable when you have this permanent cheerleader to hold your hand and snuggle with to help you feel like things aren't so bad after all.
Probably the hardest thing for me within married life in general is realizing how crazy I am sometimes. As a single person I guess I covered it up really well, or just didn't see it not knowing any other way to be. Probably the latter. Having this person so close to me physically/emotionally serves as a sort of mirror to reveal me to myself. Makes me appreciate how patient my husband is all the more! Because I can seriously be crazy sometimes. You don't even know. I don't even want to deal with me on those occasions. To find someone to tolerate the craziness and even like it I feel was a miracle, or "an event attributed to divine intervention" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miracle).
May you all find someone to love your crazy.
2 comments:
I'm glad you agreed with me that life is hard, but marriage makes it easier.
I also really liked what you said about how marriage is a mirror that you put up to yourself. That is probably the hardest part about marriage, is that it reveals your own weaknesses that you were able to ignore when you were single. That might be a fun topic to explore in writing someday.
Anyway, happy sixth moniversary!
So glad you're so happy, Sadie! It DOES feel good to have someone to love your crazy.
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