|It’s beginning to look a lot like Valentine’s Day|
Five years ago today I was sitting on this very couch. I was a nervous 26 year old in the home of a 31 year old man who had his shit together. I got lost on the way to his house and he had to come save me. It was dark, all the streets looked the same and all of their names sounded like trees. I should have known then he’d come to be my knight in shining armor. He was a total rarity in my dating repertoire filled with instability. It happened during a commercial break–I became the girlfriend of a real, live man. EUREKA! THEY DO EXIST!
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years already. We’ve been together half a decade! It’s crazy to think that five years later we’ve gone from boyfriend and girlfriend, fiance and fiancee to husband and wife. My husband was my age when we started dating. I was still in my 20’s. That thought’s slightly depressing, I must admit. It’s probably more depressing for him as he slowly begins to creep up and over that hill (sorry, mister). We’ve had ups and we’ve had downs, but the truth is that he’s my best friend. I tell him everything and more than he probably wants to know (I’m sorry but if you don’t cringe over period talk, I’m going to keep talking). He makes me laugh. I drive him crazy. He claims he’s not a romantic, but then there are times when he totally surprises me with a dose of romance he doesn’t even realize he’s dishing out. And then there are times when I totally surprise him with something completely messed up that comes out of my mouth and cracks him up (a side effect of his company, I’m sure). He just wants me to be happy. I just want him to realize how much I love him for looking out for me and for being him. We work in a way I never thought I could work with anyone before. I’m very lucky and grateful. Sometimes I have to remind myself of this, but I can’t imagine my life without him in it.
We don’t do big anniversary celebrations. But I will take time out to thank him for being a part of my life. I am not always the easiest person to live with, but his love and patience has guided me and made me strive to be a better person. I’m still striving for perfection as a wife. I know I’ll never be perfect, but I can only hope to be enough for him.