Eleven
So I've been thinking about the Anniversary in Burnstopia lately, and all I can hear is that guy from Spinal Tap saying, "ours go up to ELEVEN." I don't know why, I'm pretty tired, so maybe that's it.
This year marks 11 years that Chris and I have been married. Or as he so romantically puts it, "that I have been putting up with his crap." Which is true, but still makes me laugh. What really cracks me up and exasperates me all at the same time is his superhuman ability to SNEAK enormous things into our house without me noticing. I went down to clean up the basement on Monday, and there was this huge storage cart on wheels just sitting there. I called him to come down and said, "Dude. What is THIS and how long has it been in our house?!" At which point he laughed and said, "I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you being incapacitated post-c-section." At which point I laughed and said, "But you totally WERE!"
Anyway...
We've been having an Honest Week around here, wherein he and I are probably a little too honest about our levels of stress, lack of sleep, frustration and discouragement. But for all that, it usually brings us closer and makes us appreciate each other a little more. I have to say, he's much more persistent and tenacious than I thought he was when I married him. Maybe that's why I expected him to leave me for so long. I figured, Life would get hard and he would leave. But he hasn't. And I haven't. We stay and we keep working and we keep trying and after 11 years we've built a life together. Some days it feels like it's built out of straw and the big bad wolf could come along any minute and blow us to smithereens, but I also know that if that happens, we'll dust each other off and build the Life again. Which, now that I think about it, is what marriage is all about.
Labels: love, the Husband
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